poetry · 05. April 2025

What do you see when you look in the mirror? What do you see when you look at someone's portrait? When you feel incomplete, when you feel everything is crumbling, that you are no longer a self, yourself, how do you look at the world around you? Is your vision still one? Can you keep an unified image of the things that surround you? Or are they starting to crumble, too? Is your world torn to pieces? Is the object of your gaze starting to lose its importance, its meaning, its identity? Maybe you...