GEOMETRY
My alarm went off and I pressed snooze. At least eight times. Then I rolled out of bed, determined and irritated. I slipped my socks and shoes on, and stepped out into the cold, empty hallway while struggling with an unruly sweatshirt. I felt a strange draft floating in through broken windows, and an intense dryness descending from the northern continent over this small campus town - I noticed the vivid odours of early winter. Shrugging and shivering, I walked to the unisex bathroom and examined myself in the mirror, slightly frustrated. I saw a tired, ugly boy who seemed faded and dehydrated. He seemed lonely yet obviously standing ground. In the dim yellow light he seemed the least comfortable person in the world. Immediately disgusted, I made an attempt to wash the grit and depression off of my face with copious quantities of shockingly cold water, and while I did this I saw a gum wrapper in the sink, drowning in my purging ritual. I pondered a moment, frozen still while the faucet bubbled and hummed distinctly. It wasn't a gum wrapper. It was a piece of my face.
I was stunned and tired. I moved my hands off my face slowly, and saw fragments of damp skin crack apart in geometric patterns, sticking to my rough fingers. I looked in the mirror, and where the skin had come off me, there was the beginnings of some character in a german sans serif typeset. I saw a slender black stroke, partially hidden by my clinging face, a perfect unadorned arc. I methodically removed the rest of my face. I found some trouble areas around the nose and lips, as I was using my fingers as a rake, piling unused skin the sink basin. I stepped back and took a good long stare at my empty face. Instead of eyes and a forehead and ugly bulbous features, the worst of both my parents gene pools, I saw this:
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I found this remarkable. Has this ever happened to you?
I was stunned and tired. I moved my hands off my face slowly, and saw fragments of damp skin crack apart in geometric patterns, sticking to my rough fingers. I looked in the mirror, and where the skin had come off me, there was the beginnings of some character in a german sans serif typeset. I saw a slender black stroke, partially hidden by my clinging face, a perfect unadorned arc. I methodically removed the rest of my face. I found some trouble areas around the nose and lips, as I was using my fingers as a rake, piling unused skin the sink basin. I stepped back and took a good long stare at my empty face. Instead of eyes and a forehead and ugly bulbous features, the worst of both my parents gene pools, I saw this:
?
I found this remarkable. Has this ever happened to you?