On a secluded mountain lake, a silent, cool morning, I am compelled by reality’s transient and illusory nature.
The simultaneous coexistence of two states: the object and its mirrored image. The reflection is and is not reality. Both conditions feel true.
Like our own reflections in the mirror: it’s us but not us.
The two worlds feel equally real, equally important. And so I pay close attention to both.
