My motivation for applying this time is hospital bills. Not for treatment of an injury or chronic illness, but to undergo cosmetic surgery. I don't notice it when I quickly put on makeup in between doing housework...or rather, I'm just pretending not to see it. On a random holiday morning, when I take a good look in the mirror, I see the years that have definitely passed, etched onto my surface, a figure that is older than I thought. The moment I face the full-length mirror in the living room, bathed in sunlight, time freezes. A shining past...