Neglecting to wash the mirror eventually becomes a creative act as the gathering coat of dust becomes a photographic filter through which you become sepia-toned and silent, pushed back through the curtains of accumulating occurrence. And when you come home late and regard yourself through other accretions you have brought along, the projection speeds up. Look at you: You’re an astronaut in the old bulbous spacewear, a Civil War dandy in postured amusement, a Dorian Gray with an unaccountable pout.

Candace Nimms
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