Though never ‘fairest of them all’ I could gaze at one and be gifted with an unfinished canvas, a work in progress. Oftentimes I was pleased to regard, like Narcissus peering into the pool, the image as sufficing to be seen at the office, pub or school.
But now with this framed picture of middle-age I wonder how I appear to the world - if I’m noticed at all - as I board the bus to work, the bus that passes the old folk’s home, making me think ‘I’m not vanished yet’ but also imagine the reflections confronting residents there.
But now with this framed picture of middle-age I wonder how I appear to the world - if I’m noticed at all - as I board the bus to work, the bus that passes the old folk’s home, making me think ‘I’m not vanished yet’ but also imagine the reflections confronting residents there.
