Through My Eyes

: At first glance at myself in the mirror, I wondered if I needed a hat. After wondering for a minute or two about that, I started to stare at myself, and I noticed I never smiled.began to see as time went past that I never started to smile but instead always kept a straight face or a frown. As I was looking at myself, I began to think of why I was not smiling. It could have been because I looked tired, sad, and angry at myself. I believe that the real reason is that what I saw was not what I expected every time I looked in the mirror. Many people go through that, not just me, but I still seem disappointed. Feeling this way sucks, and it is hard to stop.   Continue reading

The Man of the Mirror

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I begin this experiment by sitting on my rolling chair and take in the scene. Reflections of my room and an unending gaze of a reflection focus directly on me. It looks through me right now as if I am not existent to it. The reflection of the sun’s light casts long shadows along the thing looking back at me, concealing the full picture of the scene to me. There is nothing unusual about the scene to my mind, only the amount of time I have been doing it so far. Continue reading