“When two mirrors are facing each other, how many mirror images are there?”
Infinite – meaningless
It’s not about waking up, it’s not about the correct counting.
It’s about nothing. It’s about being nothing hoping to be something. The hopeless dream yearning to be woken up someday to be another. Like the endless images between two mirrors facing each other. Nothing is real except your present presence between them.
Scream, if you can.
<February 15th, 2017>