“Mirrors are like empty eyes, blind until I step back in front of them then they produce copies of my eyes, staring back at me. At night the hollow socket of the mirror looks on quietly, waiting for morning. I can feel, as I see it in my sleepy eye---or in my sleepy minds eye, since my eyes are closed now—that it is some how like an eye with nothing to see. Its emptiness is not just a vacuum but the absence of an eye, the absence of sight.”
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