My hands are not there.
My legs are not there.
My face is not there.
There is nothing mine, there, in the mirror in front of me.
Where am I, then, if not where my reflection ought to be?
My hands are not there.
My legs are not there.
My face is not there.
There is nothing mine, there, in the mirror in front of me.
Where am I, then, if not where my reflection ought to be?