I ♥ Bobby Briggs by Jane E. Thompson

Really, I’ve found the below much harder to write than it should be. Perhaps because I’m still in the midst of working out what the hell it is I’m doing and I’m not yet ready to articulate it. Excuse me as I bumble through. Read on at your own risk! To put it simply: I’ve…

smashed mirror

What would happen if reflections did not exist? Imagine it. No mirrors, no shop windows, no reflective surfaces at all to catch yourself in. Catching the train, you would not have your image thrown back to you by the carriage doors as you pass through a tunnel. You would not be able to tell how…