adventures in reflective surfaces
my old apartment in upstate New York
the end of the night
I started removing the layers of glitter, face paint, theater goo that had taken so long to apply and realized that once again I had had a better time planning and assembling my costume than parading it. Everyone kept asking if I was the statue of liberty. But at the end of the night, I looked in the mirror and saw this creature staring back and that was it: the secret, surreal moment I had been seeking all day.
12 2001