Mirrors
By Christopher Munroe
I’ve replaced the ceiling of my bedroom with mirrors.
The walls too.
My quilt and sheet set are now made of reflective material,
and I’ve covered what furniature I have with mirrors as well. This way,
wherever I look, I can’t escape the vision of myself, reflected back at myself,
all the way to infinity.
It’s been suggested that this will drive me mad, and it
might. There are days where I feel like it’s driven me mad already…
Nonetheless, it is necessary.
Something, after all, had to be done, to compensate for my
own lack of capacity for self-reflection…
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