The Mirror Faces Outward

Every window is also a wall. Stand at the glass long enough and the outside stops being outside: it becomes a record of whatever stood here before, a sediment of all the looking. The question is not what the eye finds. The question is what the eye has already decided to find, before the foot reaches the sill. A stone at the bottom of a well does not know the shape of the water above it. Neither does the one leaning over.