Tuesday, July 19, 2011


He glimpsed, for a second, a certain specific configuration of lights in the mirror before him, an arrangement that was at once quotidian and perfected, an instance of beauty that he was not able to recreate even without moving in his seat, but one that gave him insight into the world just behind him, which was a reality that existed only in that mirror, and only momentarily, as quick and uninteresting and essential as a single intake of breath.

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