starrydynamo

Ever since I was little I have always taken great pleasure in looking into the reflective metal paneling of the shelves in the refrigerated dairy section of the grocery store and seeing myself reflected infinitely amidst the milk cartons and eggs. I always imagined I was Alice in Wonderland, and if I believed hard enough I would fall through my reflections into a different world because all of the negative space around me seemed to eventually reflect itself into that black and futureless void. We used to have a 3-way partition mirror in our house that could be folded like an accordion door. When I was small I would curl myself into the fetal position and kaleidoscope myself into the mirror, folding the partitions around me and just stare at the countless number of my own pale blue eyes staring back at me. I felt infinite. I felt invincible. And I destroyed that mirror when I was 10. I remember the way it looked when it shattered. My eyes were splintered shards and there was even more of me than I had ever seen before.