This Blank Face

No indication…

No hint…

No glimpse…

…Of what exists beneath this blank face.

Assumption.

Theory.

Conjecture.

All the same. All useless.

Despite this monochrome map, there is more beneath the surface, like an iceberg.

Hidden.

Latent.

Occluded.

Cloaked.

And those that glance upon these blank faces, they cannot know, begin to understand, to perceive, to sense the pain, the reality buried beneath.

So, they invent stories for these supposed blank slates. They disrespect the very individuality that...