It’s just another day

This is a reminder of a forgot.

Mirrors

I woke up this morning and looked at the mirror. My reflection wasn’t there. Somehow, my vision went right through me, like that folk tale of vampires not having a reflection or something of the sort. But I didn’t have a reflection and that is precisely what I noted. No reflection, I could touch the mirror and still make pressure against it, make paths in the blurred surface of the glass steamed by the hot water

 

I dress up, and my disembodied clothes held there in the middle of the air, hanging from some divine force that kept them in my body. Though I was wearing them, still no reflection, I didn’t pay attention to it and I left for work.

People noticed me, the neighbor said hi on the elevator. So i definitely wasn’t dead, or a specter or a vampire. I went into the bus as always and still no reflection on the windows. It was becoming really strange.

I got to work and the glass door exploded the moment I touched it, tiny cuts were made on my skin, all over my face and all over my hands, i fell backwards and reflected on the other door next to the office where I work. And… The tiny cuts reflected on the mirror. My blood was becoming as solid as my clothes.

I just tried to stand up but a single slight contact on the rail behind me made it explode in a tiny million pieces. Apparently, the glass won’t rest easy until I was bleeding profusely.

I passed out.

I woke up in a wooden shack. I didn’t recognize it at first. I was lost. it was actually a very good looking shack. One of those huts one go to vacation.

A woman entered the room, she was holding a white towel and exclaimed “are you awake yet? I wanna go with the dolphins”. She was the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen in my entire life. Her hair was light brown and her hazel eyes had this characteristic of drowning with a thousand feelings.

She was my wife. Or is. she is still alive. I reached for a water glass just near my head, closed my eyes, and then grabbed it. Nothing happened.

It was a dream. Just a dream. Or was this the dream?

9490 Days and Counting

• 819.936.000 seconds
• 13.665.600 minutes
• 227.760 hours
• 9490 Days
• 1404 Weeks
• 26 years
• 0.26 centuries
• 0.026 millennia

Change. The basic premise for life of any kind, or any species. Life changes, evolves, dilutes, transforms, moves, disintegrates, combines until a perfect state is reached. Then the cycle destroys life and improves on the previous design.

Evolution has made great improvements on the life form on this planet, that, at the time of this writing - the only one known to be inhabited, but that’s somewhat of a contradicting matter - given the “superior” species love to self-destruct in a genocidal way, not known to any other species in the same planet with the same intensity or contempt.

Today is what most people call a birthday, and for the past 365 days, nothing remarkable has happened. Nothing worth mentioning or nothing worth celebrating for.

So far this has been a really forgettable cycle with nothing positive to remark.

Thanks to every one who took the time to say hi and cherish the hallmark on the calendar. I appreciate it.