I looked at the face in the mirror . It seemed familiar , as if residing under the layers of flesh and bone , was something I once knew . You used to have a name , said I , reaching out towards the face . But my fingers touched glass , cold , smooth ; blind glass .

Question: What may be a fact about this person ?
Answer: They are trying to discover themselves .None of the above choices .They like to look at themselves .They like to look at themselves in a mirror .