A trick of the light, a shadow, a memory. It isn’t real. It’s distorted and backwards…a mystery.
Why look at ghosts? Why look back when the future lies ahead?
Good question.
Perhaps finding truth requires more than a single perspective? I can’t see myself without a mirror. I can’t understand someone else without hearing thir stories, questioning their actions, and imagining myself in their place like a mirror.
A reflection isn’t perfect but it does reveal.
Technically speaking, the book I wrote is a memoir, but I prefer to call it a reflector. It offers a view to meaning.
And meaning is worth something.
Keep chasing lights.
