April 3, 2022
I am thinking about reflection and all the surfaces we spot ourselves in. Uncanny, always, to catch a glimpse of the person you are going through life as, to see your own eyes etching a scene of someone staring back at them and both of you have it now, that feeling of being watched, of being seen from somewhere outside yourself and so when we hung mirrors on the trees it was to say to one of those selves, stay here a second, stand still and look, and I wonder if, when I turned and walked into the woods, someone did stay there, back pressed to brown bark, and kept on watching as I went.
