i’m contemplating how the mirror reverses things. everything farther behind me is farther in front of me. people think it makes my clever t-shirt backwards from left to right, but it doesn’t. it’s already backwards from where i’m standing. i trace the words from shoulder to shoulder to be sure.
some people look in the mirror just because they enjoy what they see. not everyone feels the need to deconstruct.
i’m looking forward to the window behind me, to getting outdoors in the rain.
