I hate watching faces get unmade. When I’m watching TV, and they’re running a video which has been through the heads of the tape player numerous times, causing it to deteriorate and the faces of people to start breaking up into squares and lines, I experience some sort of primal fright. As a kid. I would have nightmares consisting of a continuous montage of human faces morphing into monstrous or animalistic ones. Those 80s rock videos, Smile, by Godley and Creme, and Black or White, by Michael Jackson, give me the shivers, as do photos of people with their heads replaced by happy faces. But why? What is so disturbing about a dissolving face? Is it because our face defines our public identity? My fears and phobias usually have some symbolic underpinning, and usually I’m not aware of how important these subjects or themes are to me psychologically, how deeply I care about them, unless they whack me over the head with some kind of primitive dread.
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