I chose reflective glass for my windows,
happy at first
that in the morning
they turned to mirrors for the world.
I could see everyone outside,
while no one could see me.
And I wondered then —
is it possible
to keep account of others
while no one keeps account of mine?
But one night,
I stood before the same window
and learned the truth of mirrors.
In darkness,
the accounts reverse.
The glass that once hid me
became a mirror to myself,
and the night opened a pathway
for the world
to judge me
the way I had judged them
in the morning.
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 2:18 PM UTC
I chose reflective glass for my windows,
happy at first
that in the morning
they turned to mirrors for the world.
I could see everyone outside,
while no one could see me.
And I wondered then —
is it possible
to keep account of others
while no one keeps account of mine?
But one night,
I stood before the same window
and learned the truth of mirrors.
In darkness,
the accounts reverse.
The glass that once hid me
became a mirror to myself,
and the night opened a pathway
for the world
to judge me
the way I had judged them
in the morning.
