The hole in the middle

Some days the world feels full of light and fun and promise, and every face seems to smile back at yours. Other days, you look around and all you can see is decay, deceit, dirt and delusion.

Some days, with a bit of a sun tan and a decent haircut, I look at my face in the mirror and think “yeah, you look ok. Certainly not award-winning, but definitely ok”. Other days, I look at myself and feel like the foreman of the great heavenly face factory got to 16:50 on a Friday afternoon and thought “you know what, we’ve got some bits left over here so we can probably knock one more out before the weekend”.