Shattered
On Sunday morning, usual in most ways, I slept in a little, made some coffee… At some point I picked up my hand mirror from where it sits on the counter in the bathroom and noticed it was completely shattered. I had done nothing to it, or at least nothing differently from any other day in its 8 year life. It would be fun and easy to explain this away with some ghostly presence, someone trying to tell me something or a magical omen. Perhaps that mirror represented something from my past that has ended… but the truth is that is was just a hand mirror. I used it to look at my reflection and the back of my head. Now, probably the cool dampness of this October in LA made the wood expand and contract and crack the glass set inside it. Perhaps a hairline crack in the mirror or the wood from years ago finally decided to go all the way. The scientific explanation is almost always just as interesting as anything else and it’s fun to make up stories, but we’ll never really know exactly how it happened…
