Mirror Mirror
I avoid mirrors. I keep one in the bathroom to shave, but inside a cabinet, so I only have to look at it for those few minutes. I don’t like what I see in there. Bacause the face in the mirror – it isn’t me.
He’s not a stranger; he’s familiar, like someone you see in passing, maybe someone from work, someone in a different department who you see every few days. But it’s not me, that’s beyond question.
I sometimes wonder if there’s a mirror somewhere that actually shows me. I can’t imagine trying enough mirrors to find out, though.
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