mirror, mirror.
JUST IMAGINE LIVING IN A WORLD WITHOUT MIRRORS. YOU’D DREAM ABOUT YOUR FACE AND IMAGINE IT AS AN OUTER REFLECTION OF WHAT IS INSIDE YOU. AND THEN, WHEN YOU REACHED FORTY, SOMEONE PUT A MIRROR BEFORE YOU FOR THE FIRST TIME IN YOUR LIFE. IMAGINE YOUR FRIGHT! YOU’D SEE THE FACE OF A STRANGER. AND YOU’D KNOW QUITE CLEARLY WHAT YOU ARE UNABLE TO GRASP: YOUR FACE IS NOT YOU.
milan kundera.
oh Kundera <3