When I was just a little girl, I was afraid of mirrors. I thought that I was the reflection, and that I would disappear if the person on the other side walked away from the mirror. Thinking back to this now, maybe I am on the wrong side of the mirror . . . maybe our world is on the wrong side of the mirror. I wonder what life would be like if I stepped through - journeyed to the other side.
Only Alice knows.
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in "Breakfast of Champions", vonnegut keeps referring to mirrors as "leaks", as in a leak from another world into ours.
you may be onto something here....
In the story of Narcissus, a mirror, in the form of the reflection in a pool, leads to the main character's demise. But in Jitterbug Perfume, a mirror, in the form of a shiny silver plate, saved Alobar's life.
One man's trash...!
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