from the archive.

i'm not a fan of mirrors, mostly of what they represent. so i forcefully removed all the mirrors from the house. every now and then, a well intended guest would skip one or buy one, only to hear my sermon on mirrors and how they affect where we put ourselves in the world around us.

eventually, i gave up. the panic of not knowing how you look seems to be incredibly strong, when if anything is noticeably wrong, someone will tell you. hey, you have a booger in your nose. i like to have other things in my mind instead of worrying how i look. if i need feedback, i'll just ask someone. but the hours spent in front of a mirror tell us that everyone worries too much about looks, even though everyone claims not to care about them.

every night i covered the mirror. and every morning, it was uncovered.