“Yes. I think it has to do with faces. Because I am always interested in faces. I just want you to sit down and look at the human face. But if there is too much going on in the background, if the face moves too much, if you can’t see the eyes, if the lighting is too artistic, the face is lost.”
—Ingmar Bergman
and who is a mother to blame? a daddy
You could read The Vanishers by Heidi Julavits. I know I did. Ate it right up.
A woman’s face gets smashed to bits in a car crash; she finds another one. Problems arise.
Sweaters are worn throughout. “You girls and your ideological penchant for matricide.” Psychic research. Magic Mountain. Bourne Identity. Relax for a stretchy bit on plastic surgery. Rings in drains.
Are we responsible for our own mental illness/wellness? Blame it on . . . someone, a mother, J.G. Ballard, Harry Potter, V. Nabokov.
Is sadness an illness?
Starting from there.