I need a mirror to tell me I look good, someone else to tell me I’m doing the right thing. I like something because, it’s what everybody likes, and want whatever it is that I’m supposed to need.

All around me are mirrors telling me this and that – some in which I look good, some in which I look terrible and yet others, telling me much, that I could never have guessed.

It’s just a silver sheen, on the flip side of every mirror. No image there to lead me on. If only I could flip my mind, would my eyes wander, seeking reflections, in an endless universe of mirrors?