In passing I unwittingly catch myself in a reflection in the glass and in that split second before recognition I view a man with a frown on his face. I quickly put on a more agreeable face and continue on walking. It's the same thing with us that while we're together I'll glance back at you to see you mask a sad expression with a snap on smile. I'm standing in front of someone and though I can place the face I don't recall the name.Before I apologize that I'm bad with names and in doing so quite possibly make the person feel unimportant, I continue in half minded conversation. The other part of me is on speed search through my memory files while I veil my cluelessness with a smile of familiarity. Apart from the obvious social awkwardness I'm also thinking this strange space of limbo has other implications. How many masks and how often do I wear one to spare the hurt feelings of others or more exactly to hide my own..?