Mirrors

I don't like them. They twist your senses of reality and perception as they capture you in their vivid acid grasp. They force you to notice all the flaws you physically display, if you are a gentle and self-criticizing individual that is, as supposed to be. They waste time, they take up space, they amaze us, they change our ways. I never stop viewing their optically illustrated illusions with amazement, and still all they are are plates of glass and metal paint, but believe me, if I had my own house there would be no space for mirrors and no need to see myself. If I felt like it I could stare at the water for a while, see myself wave back at me, peace, the fish swiftly swimming through my by wind crooked cranium. Such is our existence.