Those contours and wrinkles, those curves and lines that make up an outline, a face. What is it with our faces, with smiles that need to be captured? We try to convey happiness. We emulate what we think appears to be contentment or joy. How the face reveals so little, how limited it is. It can only project so much. It speaks so little, even when you want to reveal so much with just your eyes. Even the most twisted face can only mean plain pain.