A mirror is a mystical thing.
For example, a 30 seconds ride inside an elevator will seems like 3 seconds with mirrors fitted inside, and 3 minutes without.
Sometimes we wonder if it is a mirror itself that captivates us, or the world inside it? Is it not the world inside, is the same as outside? Are we human so weak, we need assurance from something so thin, to tell us everything is ok at the outside?
Many find solitude in the few mm surface. Some fear it. But almost all cant afford to live without it. Mystical thing it is....
This post by AhChia inspired the entry