The reflection ... a form of alternative reality . The border between reality and ilussion , deforming what we belive is true and false . A mix of tangibility an illusory . How can we define what we see , touch , smell and taste than a version of what is there . A theme much taken into discussion by movies in the last few years . But i'm more interested in the philosophical view of things , not like ' the blue pill , red pill discussion ' . We're not controled by robots .
Reflecting me , you reflect a me that defines me or a me that is a 2d model . How much of what reflects is really that ? I'm not just a reflection , i'm more , we all are , i'm thoughts and dreams and hope and dispair , i'm love and hate , stupid or smart ... i'm more . It is all painted in colours by light .
Reflection deforms , rearanges reality and makes me think that all of what's around is more . There is a thing behind the seen , a story of years past , a story of life dramaticly changed by every square meter arround . The story that buildings and benches could tell . A history of violence and calm , of passion for life . It always is a new begining , a new story , and by each perspective the view canges , a ' tabula rasa ' in every moment . It's always a start of something and the end of something else . Around there's a world of said and happy stories as we step without attention on something remarcable .
Reflection can show more than our imagination can comprehend , an infinite source of alternative realities caught on the milimiters of a surface . An invisible tatoo of life .