A big mirror in my house had been demounted recently.
It was placed near the door, opposite to the bathroom.
I did my homework till late at night and went to bathroom before sleep.
Suddenly I felt a figure flashed instantly.
My heart was a little cold.
Looking back I saw my scared face in the mirror.
Though I was incredulous about gods and ghosts, I was really frightened.
I hated that two mirrors both are in the face of me.
I was used to the big mirror in my bathroom and the other one stood straight in front of me drearily.
I felt that it was not a dead matter, the image in the mirror was not myself, after all I was not able to scare others in the deep of night.
I was an ordinary being, but she was not.
An image was illusory in the final analysis.
I thought of the 'Ghosts pounding the Wall' on novels.
From the maze which someone can never get over, to the dark room which has myriad mirrors.
I used to go to the bathroom late at night forgetting to light up.
Because of my near-sighted, I suspected if I had my eyes.
Then I covered my face and didn't want to see any more.
The mirror was such a mysterious thing.
It was undoubtedly still, but made you uncomfortable.
I had been learning philosophy recently.
I believed that the world only has absolute movement.
But I felt deeply that a still world has me, the only moving object.
I must learn too hard to be silly.
December 2014
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