Speeches at the Mirror



No sense of humor in front of the mirror.
It does not know what means a white lie.
It does not remember anything... there is no past in front of it. Just the raw, true and real present. There is no memory... nothing just exposure, a vendor at the sidewalk.
I look in vain desperate, it is all going, all coming... all vain. A vaccum of image, so sad... so false! What do I see? Is it myself? A wail of sorrow, if I were an opera singer at least... high notes of revenge. Full of echoes!

I meant no music, no harmony, no arrangements...

I look through it now. Where is myself within all that? Does anybody care? Do I care? I will leave in no time, and so that will.

Stop! I am not taking you with me... I give you my back, but you fail just because I looked back. I don't need you... I care little for visions. I no longer care for visibility, for visioners, for big eyeslashes...
No silliness in front of the mirror... I am too serious now. I am a grown-up! Work full of walls waits for me and they are rude and obsessive with limits, with time... I need you no more. I need walls!