You are instantly arrested by a female face starting back at you. A paper thin relationship. A face you will never meet in person. Strangely familiar at all times. Someone you wanted in your life but never knew. They sometimes smile, paralysed. Captured. Captured for a few intimate moments of passing thought. There are a million faces in my mind that I thought were familiar. Yes everyone is a face. They look like they are known though. I see them everyday. Faces. Intimate faces. The moment you fall in love with an image you forget yourself for that moment. That is the manipulated moment. Passed through many hands. From screen to screen. Shipped to and fro. While real people take a moment to notice the unreal.