When I was younger, I had what you could call an ‘irrational fear’ of mirrors. I hated them. I don’t know when it started, but it has always stuck with me. Perhaps when I was young, I made a face into the mirror, and my reflection didn’t make the face back, or perhaps that was just a bad dream. But I can’t look into a mirror without, to this day, without thinking like the other side of it may be alive. That there might just be more happening there than just what my eyes could see. That’s why I don’t have mirrors in my apartment. I look into the phone camera to fix my hair, and even that- I do rarely.
Mirrors are NOT safe
Mirrors are NOT safe
Mirrors are NOT safe
When I was younger, I had what you could call an ‘irrational fear’ of mirrors. I hated them. I don’t know when it started, but it has always stuck with me. Perhaps when I was young, I made a face into the mirror, and my reflection didn’t make the face back, or perhaps that was just a bad dream. But I can’t look into a mirror without, to this day, without thinking like the other side of it may be alive. That there might just be more happening there than just what my eyes could see. That’s why I don’t have mirrors in my apartment. I look into the phone camera to fix my hair, and even that- I do rarely.