Reflection(s) in a Broken Mirror

Reflection(s) in a Broken Mirror

It has been said that somewhere on this earth there exists for each one of us a doppelgänger, a double walker—those dark, shadow versions of ourselves that haunt the peripherals of our existence, waiting to signal impending doom. If so, such supernatural replicas must stand in a long line with the far more varied versions of ourselves that we create (and destroy and recreate) without any help from outside forces—the public personas meant to hide personal disfigurements, the masks we wear, the other faces—and then, in the raw and naked places, the selves collide—a glimpse, an instant!—before the mirror splinters, the image fragments—”me” returns to “we”—multiplicity displaces.