#reflection
Your greatest test will be how you handle people who mishandled you.
One time in April there was a full moon, and the sea was covered with ice. Sophia woke up and remembered they had come back to the island and that she had a bed to herself because her mother was dead. The fire was still burning in the stove, and the flames flickered on the ceiling, where the boots were hung up to dry. She climbed down to the floor, which was very cold, and looked right through the window.
The ice was black, and in the middle of the ice she saw the open stove door and the fire - in fact she saw two stove doors, very close together. In the second window, the two fires were burning underground, and through the third window she saw the double reflection on the whole room, trunks and chests and boxes with gaping lids. They were filled with moss and snow and dry grass, all of them open, with bottoms of coal-black shadow. She saw two children out on the rock, and there was a rowan tree growing right through them. The sky behind them was dark blue.
The Summer Book (Sommarboken), Tove Jansson
(1972)
trans. Thomas Teal (2002)
Damien Hirst
And I feel as though I’m fighting for a lost cause.
Mae, lost cause
We took the plunge and yet, you let me drown.
Mae, plunge
And then, I realized that I was just in love with the idea of what could have been us.
Mae, idea of us
Her mind was hardly ever silent.
Mae, inner chaos