02

07/2022 on a walk around your neighborhood your reflection flashes in the windows of cars and buildings in a peculiar and irregular manner you never see yourself completely but cut into bits and pieces warped for better or worse dashing past yourself as you trot along pretending you never see the somewhat familiar face every so often does it drive you insane to be denied your true appearance? shouldn’t it you can find it difficult to ignore all the versions of yourself existing at once and impossibly annoyed that you have no power over them but sometimes you catch a nice glance from an unexpected source and you smile because at least you are beautiful to something, somewhere

oh how powerful you are Miss Dior.