As a kid I
used to scare myself by making real grim faces in front of the bathroom mirror. Sometimes my features became so unfamiliar and strange that I
thought a demon was looking back at me.
We
had a top-to-toe mirror at the end of the hallway. Now and then I walked up to it pretending it was not me reflected in there. And at times it seemed
true, it looked like there was another person in there whom I could turn away from, and he would stay there looking after me.
At Grandma's
place there was a huge standing tryptich mirror with the two sides slightly turning
in. I used to play, maybe not for hours, but definitely quite long in front of it. The tain was broken or uneven in it, so if I was standing in a certain
position I could completely disappear. And then I pretended not to be
there at all.
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