inside

Inside us there lives a mirror. By looking at it, we see what we really are. At times, the image comes back to us refracted, confused, distorted. At other times we see clearly our profile. Human.

Full of a thousand imperfections. Beautiful right down into its innermost being and its passions.

And time becomes mixed up. Past, present, and future are confused. We think that now nothing is as it was before yet at the same time everything looks the same as it has ever been.

Or as we have always wished it would be.