The shards of yourself are still pieces of you


Really, when you look at the shards of mirror on the floor, you see yourself returned, only when there was one, there is now many. It's foolhardy to assume such a collectivism as a denouncing of individuality; the whole is greater than the sum of its parts. The many faces that stare back still lead within, and any pretense of alienation to the self is merely psychic mal de debarquement.


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I hope you're right. I feel smashed.

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