Faces

For as long as I can remember, I've had this unususal "talent". I see faces. Now, by that I mean, I can find faces in strange places; for instance, in the pattern of wall paper, or in the semi-permanent dirt of a tile floor...and, they're not just the two-dots-for eyes-line-for-a-mouth kind of faces, either, rather they have contures and expressions and sometimes they're even three dimensional. Sometimes they're conventional, sometimes grotesque( not gross, but caricatures, askew) in a Classical sense, like something from a Medieval painting. I never go looking for them, they just seem to pop out at me, like they're looking for me. In some ways, it's kind of like seeing a spirit, it's never troubling, and oftentimes even a bit comforting.