Turning into the face that you turned into before and you find that the face is the face you can't face anymore so you put on another and it's the same as the last and the face you once cast off is the last one you liked.

It's the makeup, the put-down, the smile that you smile or the frown that you make, a mash of a pancake mix, but you fix it and stick to the programme that's set.

But the faces come back and when you don't even know they start to grow on you, alter your features and you become all those creatures you saw in the film shows, always turning into but never remain, it's like your brain has a failsafe, but it fails to make you feel safe so you switch it on auto.

I know.
so many turnings into and out from and back to the basics.
but it is always the faces that turn,
they're like playdough and plasticine rolled into one and each face is the copy of one gone before.
Each face that I am is the face of the man that I was or became and each turn is the turn in the game that we play as we change every second, every hour,
every day.