For the person who does not recognize the face looking back. Where did the years go. The body that used to be reliable is sending bills it cannot pay.
DAY 1 — PRESS PLAY
You are standing at the sink. The water is running, but you have turned your head away from the mirror. Not because you are vain. But because the face looking back feels like a stranger's. It feels like a debt collector who has arrived to collect on years you thought were yours to keep.
The skin is thinner. The lines are deeper. The eyes hold a history you did not agree to write.