A Missing Mirror

October 24, 2015 § 1 Comment

I got up this morning and went straight to the mirror that was not there. The wall the mirror used to hang on was renovated last spring and afterwards I somehow preferred the white wall naked and neutral. It is the spot where the sun dives into the bedroom through the window every morning. I often watch the spot of light getting bigger and then smaller again as clouds fly past the sun. A meditative moment in the rare times when staying in bed longer is possible. I could live without my reflection for a while, I thought, even if this round mirror was a particularly beloved one.

But this morning I was obviously so confused that I searched for an image of myself first. One has to make sure she exists sometimes. I stood in front of the white wall and looked deep inside it. First surprised, then searching and realizing, and finally searching again. It was much more difficult to see myself in that white wall, but I was still in that room.

 A missing mirror is like a missing friend.



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