When I look into a mirror, I look at the enemy.
— Darryl Strawberry
Look: the mirror lies.
Not only because it switches sides, but because it doesn’t redeem.
True, it accuses; it judges, yes. For certain, it condemns.
A face’s truest reflection is in moving water: another face.
And the body? The body shines too. Its only true mirror is the body of another.
If I fall in love with a narcissist, am I too condemned?
We say the face of the earth, but never the face of the sky.
If I fall in love with the blue of heaven, who will redeem me then?
What does it mean to make a face?
Why is the straight man essential to the joke?
When you hold one mirror up to another, why doesn’t the world go dark?