Sometimes when I look into the mirror it stares back with good news, sometimes with bad. Either way, I always have this dreadful sense that mirrors are not to be trusted. They are not as deep as they appear. They create thoughts on how you think other people think of you. They hold you on a reflective leash. They tease you with a slight watchful hesitation. Their sheer physical smoothness almost seems alien. At best they offer a misty doubt, a hazy warning.
Before we had mirrors, we had ponds. Ponds never lie; they show you the ripples in your life.
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