Remember It's All Just A Mirror We

Remember It's All Just A Mirror We Made To See Ourselves In.

He Felt The Hot Impact Of Bullets. He Heard The Sound Of Chopping Meat. He Thought 'is That Me?' . . . And Then He Opened His Eyes.

Your Head's Like Mine, Like All Our Heads; Big Enough To Contain Every God And Devil There Ever Was. Big Enough To Hold The Weight Of Oceans And The Turning Stars. Whole Universes Fit In There! But What Do We Choose To Keep In This Miraculous Cabinet? Little Broken Things, Sad Trinkets That We Play With Over And Over. The World Turns Our Key And We Play The Same Little Tune Again And Again And We Think That Tune's All We Are.

Writers And Artists Build By Hand Little Worlds That They Hope Might Effect Change In Real Minds, In The Real World Where Stories Are Read. A Story Can Make Us Cry And Laugh, Break Our Hearts, Or Make Us Angry Enough To Change The World.

Sometimes I Pretend Not To Look At My Own Characters, Because That's Like Different People Getting Off With Your Girlfriend Or Something.