Camera mentita

I was stunned this morning to find an old man staring out at me from my bathroom mirror. I could have sworn the last time I looked, there was the visage of a carefree, unlined, dark-haired youth. Yet now, at 9 o'clock on a Saturday morning, there seems to have been some sort of coup d'état - or at least, a coup d'esprit. 

I thought the camera never lied. But surely this cannot be me.