Tanka
reflections
sometimes I look back
metaphoric paradox…
looking at mirrors
helps me avoid accidents
are reflections memories
life happens . . .
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Now I’m really wondering about that last line. It’s late here, but I’m trying to form the idea that reflections are brief moments of the past since it takes time for the image to appear and be sent back to the brain. Maybe it’s just sleep deprivation though.
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Lol! Could very well be 😉
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This one’s not easy to wrap my paws around. Perhaps a little too deep for kitty right now.
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Just playing with traffic mirrors this morning and imagining them as a sort of looking into one’s past. Perhaps a little cryptic.
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He who forgets the past is doomed to repeat it. I think you are on to something here.
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