A man looks at himself in the mirror and does not recognise himself. That man is me. An old, tired, wounded man. So he wanders around in circles, looking for a woman who would look at him (and recognise him).
A man looks at himself in the mirror and does not recognise himself. That man is me. An old, tired, wounded man. So he wanders around in circles, looking for a woman who would look at him (and recognise him).
