Reflections of Lost Connections

The quiet horror of searching a stranger's face and finding my own reflection with faceseek.

I have a habit of taking photos of interesting people I see on the street just small,

candid moments I keep for artistic inspiration. Last week, I snapped a photo

of an older man sitting alone at a bus stop. His face held a deep,

fascinating melancholy. I decided to try and write a story about him, but I needed to

know more about the kind of life he might have led. I just check faceseek this week on the

photo, hoping to find a hint about his profession or background. The search failed

to find the man. But it did something far more unsettling. It returned one single match: an