I look around, but never see myself. Seeing myself means looking at my own reflection and see like others do.
But it is no more than illusion. Glossy surfaces attract. I glance at it, it’s like a windows into the sole.
Hitching me up for a moment when I am in a crowd, but then absorb me for hours when I am alone so I could finally look into the depth of my eyes. Everything is reflected.
I am reflected. Reflections are everywhere. So where am I – on what side of reflections?