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     I have uploaded a picture to shawgaar. It can be seen on the right side. That's my picture. I confirm that the picture is certainly mine. It's me, trying to pretend that I am not aware of the camera.I am a good pretender, sometimes.

     Tonight I was asking myself about the difference between my picture and me. Concentrating for a minute or two, I was attempting to detect a tiny satanic lie in my eyes. I was not looking into the specific object. I was not even staring into an unknown point in the space. I was searching nothing. My eyes are not honest to its audience. My eyes are not mine.

     There is something so strange in the picture.This photo is for a stranger, not for me. That's why I pause for a minute every time when I visit my page, staring at the picture. 

      There is always another "me" lives beneath my skin, a different version of me, resembling mine.

      Probably a stranger had appeared in front of the camera just a minute earlier than I did. I wish ever I had a real picture of myself.