[“Why, despite all our mirrors, do we never really know how we look?” – Schopenhauer] I have a mirror in every room. I hung them there so I could watch myself, catch myself doing something I shouldn’t. But I never look at them anymore. I sidle into each room eyes-down, crabwise walking, never looking up. But I know the mirror is there. And I know what it sees.     <End> Buy it at amazon.com/author/terencekuch: Everything Wants to Happen, the first thousand Memorable Fancies from this … [Read more...]