In this second life, there are no mirrors.  I’ve taken to sending myself postcards to remind myself of who I am.  It’s a delayed image, a snapshot of my immediate past.

In this second life, there are no mirrors.  I’ve taken to sending myself postcards to remind myself of who I am.  It’s a delayed image, a snapshot of my immediate past.

posted : Monday, August 10th, 2009

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