i'll_be_your_mirror birdmad introsepction a moment many years ago the mirror turned upon itself. i wish i knew what she did with that picture, it was so telling of both of us when she did that, in the candid moment i grabbed the camera we had been using to annoy our "friends" standing naked in fromt of a full length mirror, she took the slightly-larger than compact from her purse and held it over her chest, tiling and angling it u ntil both reflected each other perfectly. coming down from an almost literally weeks-long high, the last great binge before we saw the inevitability of the path we were on in that moment, my eyes met hers through the reflection behind her, i had a lu cid oment coming out of my haze and snapped a picture, the place on her chest where she held the mirror reflecting a space of the room to her side but the lines staying almost true enough to make it look at first glasnce as if you were seeing through her. we would joke a few months later, just shortly before the inevitable dissolution came, that in those days we really were little more than cardboard_cutouts masquerading as people if i held the mirror up to my own chest now, i wonder what i would see: the angle of the room behind me, or reflection upon reflection spiralling into itself, some surreal optical abyss like i would imagine one of Escher's nightmares might have looked 030208 what's it to you? who go blather from