i peep through the mirror and see what happened on the other side: not a specular sight, but a world which oscillates between two sides as Freud has mentioned: heimlich und unheimlich. i see things that i've done, i see things that have occurred to me, now are being done and occurred to an other withdifferent identity and his own story. besides a sense of strangeness and curiosity, i feel safe and relieved for the imaginable coincidence and exclusiveness, the heimlich feeling has turned to an unfamiliarity and i am no more than one of the audience holding such complex as a mixture of voyeurismo and self-redefinition. i see it as an ideal guide to review the life story, the country's story and the life in this country.
and suddenly something has changed, the safety and indifference from the un-heimlich-certification is burst by a heimlich sentiment on a more profound level, just like a criminal at large saw by chance a mimic crime scene while the actor suddenly pointed a finger to him.
nothing could be more disturbing than the very moment when a little crack appears in an already too familiar environment changing the peaceful and adapted world into an instable place, as unheimlichkeit means. but now things are reversed, for this time it's from the quiet and granted unfamiliar story that launches an intimate reveal. the heimlich sinfulness.
and when i try to get rid of this uneasy mentality reminding myself of the contingency in all imaginative creation, i turn to the mirror again.
nothing other than a chain of reflexion of mirrors, from mirror to mirror, endlessly.
