New Suit, New Tie, New Haircut.
It’s hard for me to look right at the camera, so I’m trying to make myself do that a little more. Well, okay—it isn’t looking at the camera so much as looking at the picture itself, looking at myself frozen and full on. It’s not like looking in a mirror. There’s something less familiar about it. It’s almost like hearing my own voice recorded—it’s strange, foreign, a little uncomfortable. “Really, do I look like that?” I think. Yeah, I suppose I do.
And I think I’m starting to be okay with that.