The mirror (the reflection) doesn't let me choose between staying or leaving. I'm always trapped between two worlds.
The world (as) a labyrinth, where I realize I don't know what I'm looking for, waiting for something or someone that never comes, remembering the dreams I left behind.
A collage where the lives of others intersect while I just look (with Alice)…
A window that distorts faces, where we are all just passing shadows. A dialogue between the past and the present, between the observer and the observed.
The reflection is not just a trick, but a way of telling me that what I perceive as an image, and my life, are intrinsically connected, through what I don't see.
And behind the visible layers there are stories and emotions that normally remain hidden in superimposed views, where the real and the imagined merge, with different perspectives, in everyday fragments, where I imagine the intangible essence of the ephemeral and the immortal.
In the end, I cross that gaze of mine that is your gaze and I travel through your world without ever moving my body from the place I always inhabit.