It’s like looking into a mirror.

It's like looking in a mirror.

Here’s Woody Allen on the cover of Sunday’s Wall Street Journal Review section. The mirror in question is metaphoric. My hair is not pixie-d nor is my nose as large as the one photographed–I do have similar eye wear but the reflection I see is one of a deep-rooted New York spirit. One stricken by the plague of perennial anxiety about effectively everything. Is it a testament to self deprecation? Non lo so.

Thoughts?