mirrors

a few weeks ago, i was riding the u-bahn home and in front of me there was a young woman. she was crying. her eyes were red, swollen from the tears and what may have caused it. the young man she was with neglected to comfort her and instead talked away with his buddy. her head leaned against the sideboard while, the young men howled and laughed. i sat and looked away to my left and i saw her reflection on the glass. beyond the glass i saw a two men also laughing and talking. the mirror image of the girl nestled perfectly into one of the man's neck. it made me very happy to look in the mirror and see the girl's image, instead of titling her head away from the source of her pain, in the mirror she leans into comfort. to me, still today, the image of her in the mirror stays with me.

i thought to myself, "this is cinema", this is a mirror, this is my vision, i like it and it makes me happy.