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Monday, February 21, 2011


I was reflected in two full length mirrors and couldn't tell if I was about to take a step forwards or backwards. The mirrors created infinite copies of my form, bouncing light against pools of silver glass. I imagined stepping into the image, flattening everything into the two dimensions that raced around my form. I felt like Narcissus: all my thoughts were focussed on this mirage of multiple-me. Then I noticed the face staring back was not my own.