adventures in reflective surfaces
This mirror was found in the odds and ends closet of my apartment building. Every building has one, y'know, full of hoses and old levellor blinds. Apparently, this was part of a sliding medicine cabinet door, and my "eyes" is were the knob went. The reflective surface has rusted away on the left leaving plain old glass. I am adjusting my ear muffs while talking to my sister long distance. Seconds later I accedently hit the disconnect button with my cheek bone. We then proceeded to call eachother at the same time getting only busy signals for the next two hours.