6.29.2007

Postcard from the Beach 6



Reflections are imperfect representations of the real. To see yourself backwards offers little in the way of self-awareness. In cinema, someone who casts a reflection is of two minds or has a hidden agenda. You'll never know who you really are until you see yourself in someone else's eye. Even this can't reveal what you are capable of. Even what you've already done. I believe that my mirror self knows a way he can still love you. I believe he is still with you. I know there are infinitely many chances for happiness and that you are but one. The universe expands outward in all directions. There are an infinite number of choices made every day that draw us together, keep us apart, but somewhere, the choices we did not make—even you—linger out there in someone's eye, watching us watch them.

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