self-reflection: the upside-down now of stepping through the looking-glass

I stirred the pot. I churned up the dregs of my existence. And with my insides turning over and over, the agitation brought the past into my present, the fractured pieces of memory back into my ongoing consciousness. I greeted this other me with anguish. I both knew it was impossible to be simultaneous withContinue reading “self-reflection: the upside-down now of stepping through the looking-glass”