Bruises
April 25, 2010
She touched ice and was bruised. To watch she must pause, and so what she caught was never the truth — the woman panting, dancing, weeping — it was only the woman who paused. The mirror was always one breath too late to catch the breathing.
—Under a Glass Bell by Anaïs Nin, 1944
(Probably the best passage about a mirror I have read.)