# took a passport selfie today and hardly recognised the fat old bald basket staring back his sagging skin and sad eyes almost without a trace of life happiness or wisdom i could hardly believe this was the same person it brought to the forefront of one's mind the observation that the aggressive disjunction or gap between one's inner self image and one's more actual outer surface reality - old age liver spots and enlarged pores - is wide enough to tip right up and over into never to appear again - which is what i thought the moment i reviewed my selfie christ i looked like some flocking wanted convict on the run - who hadn't slept in roughly ten years later on when i checked in the bathroom mirror the old me was back roguishly handsome - debonair - dark and mysterious - a complete flocking idiot suffering the delusions of grandeur yesterday i spotted an incredible nonbinary presenting creature walking alone among the crowds of unchecked white privilege during pride week they looked so lonely and beautiful - oh what it would have been to have introduced myself and gone for a cheesecake and a chat // republic of bob