My mind flashes like the cursor in a blank document on a computer screen.  A thought pulses with the tempo and a shadow of memory pulls at my thoughts but it remains beyond that cloudy veil. I have seen that face before; it is a knowing much like I know my own name. The man stares out through a pixelated black and white picture smeared across every front page of this city’s newspaper.  I know this person, but looking at the dark shadows that shape the sharp face with his ominous looming eyes and snarled mouth, the connection escapes me.  Suddenly the hair on the back of my neck stands on end while my skin covers with gooseflesh…   “I know those eyes, they are mine.”