This person had the most intriguing disposition in his eyes. I watched a masquerade show, and all of the actors had a similar false happiness in their eyes, but this man- carried nothing on his sleeve but all in his eyes. I showed him his own reflection and his eyes looked up, the wrinkles sprawling out from the corners, the weight of his eyelids wanting to ignore the vulnerability recognizing his own reflection. There was a shared moment of joy for me to recognize, and for him to see himself.