There are too many of me. This bathroom's three mirror system is a visually overwhelming sensory buzz kill.
Vague representations of myself staring back, they reflect fragments of reality, revealing truths in opposition.
The small adjacent mirror to my right is relatively useless in general. Utilizing it requires contorting body position to the point of unreasonable. The full length closet door mirror behind is not without merit but there is a downside to seeing the backside. Truth be told it just might be the oversized kingdom of a mirror ahead that harbors the most reflected disdain.
Echoes of versions of likenesses of me, mostly unrecognizable, much like the land beyond that man looking back. To climb through, explore and escape the heat of this candlelight and the shadows they cast, all seems like a work of fiction, nonsense to the casual observer.
You may call it 'nonsense' if you like, but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!
Today's Jazz Hands went through the looking glass.
Echoes of versions of likenesses of me, mostly unrecognizable, much like the land beyond that man looking back. To climb through, explore and escape the heat of this candlelight and the shadows they cast, all seems like a work of fiction, nonsense to the casual observer.
You may call it 'nonsense' if you like, but I've heard nonsense, compared with which that would be as sensible as a dictionary!
Today's Jazz Hands went through the looking glass.
Day two-hundred and sixty-four complete.
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