Ah, the mirror: The Fool’s respite. Whether on pond or glass or very dark car, The Fool turns reflection into a pantomime, a canvas upon which the Fool’s face paints with caricature and impression. I’m talking about making faces at yourself, for yourself. I’m saying that’s a thing fools do.
The straight stare of a Normal Mirror Looker™ cracks when they see all the bullshit of which The Fool is capable. They laugh at The Fool’s variable faces and admire the insight of their lampoon. Yet Normal Mirror Lookers™ pity The Fool’s instability, their inconstancy, their irreverence. It’s no way to live. Still, Narcissus could have broken his own gaze had he once thought to stick out his tongue.
Dwemthy
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