Today is one of those days, one of those exquisite, extraordinary, exceptional days. When I look into this dim mirror on days like this, I can make out the silhouette of a man. And if I squint hard enough, he looks like me, but unlike me. The man's appearance flickers like a birthday candle; dim upon dim. But the longer I stare, the more I begin to remember and feel. A warm light, a gentle laugh. Like transparent images stacked together, there am I and not I.
On other days, even if I squint my hardest, I can't see anyone other than myself. Recently, the other man looked like he'd been fading away. For now, it is only in part. But one day it will be in full.
And so today is one of those days. One of those exquisite, extraordinary, exceptional days.
P.S. Happy New Year, ya fantastic beasts.
On other days, even if I squint my hardest, I can't see anyone other than myself. Recently, the other man looked like he'd been fading away. For now, it is only in part. But one day it will be in full.
And so today is one of those days. One of those exquisite, extraordinary, exceptional days.
P.S. Happy New Year, ya fantastic beasts.
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