I (and my sister, I recently found out) am a bit synesthetic with numbers. I have "ordinal linguistic personification," which means that numbers and letters have personalities. Some are stronger than others. Four, for instance, evokes a strong image of a smart, mischievous little boy. Eight is a loving mother. Nine is a big, muscular teenage gearhead sort of guy. Five is me. But when I saw this piece today at Franconia Sculpture Park I realized that it's the me that I see in the mirror, the one that surprises me when I realize what I look like. One is the me that I see from the inside.