11.03.2004
the mirror
I don't know what to think about this. My country has become a mirror with the silver worn through, so I see nothing but the black backing, interspersed by small fragments of myself. All that's left to do is to keep looking at those shards of my own reflected eyes.
There's no knowledge to be gained by staring at this glass.
Its motives are completely
fucking
inscrutable
