The upturned world inside pools and lakes or within glass–do you ever notice it?
What if it’s not only a play of light on your retina, but the other world of your other self: your mirrored, upturned twin?
A world where what does not happen to you happens, darkly.
Where the coin you drop on the floor is not heads but tails.
A world of ghosts and memories and shades that quantum physics doesn’t deny but which you cannot see except in brief, fragmentary glimpses when you walk your shadow around the lake, or late at night, after it rains. Or in some unfamiliar room where you have to spend the night.
Have you ever felt that world rising in you from the water?
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