Alan Catlin Mirror of Enigmas

ALAN CATLIN _________________________________

“Forget the dead you’ve left behind They will not follow you.” —Bob Dylan

The mirror reveals something different every time you look inside

The back of a head can be seen in infinite regression, fading inward as far as a hall of mirrors will go

A composite sketch of what you might have looked like once, long ago, represents nothing now no matter how far inside you go

Even in that other time zone, where a duplicate mirror resides, where all the reflective glass surfaces are turned flat against blank walls,

Something is happening inside the framework but it is impossible to see what

Impossible to know anything

Even the answers to the simplest questions like: Who am I ? Where am I going? Who will I be when I get there?