How many ways is this mirror when I see myself in the world outside the window general, specific detailed map legibility victim: how many, thus, a street unfolds on a former forest making life easier, stow the unrest fading memory loses the past rhythmic story cruises to glass as a continuity there is much to be desired while the front and rear go unsired and fall into a gap of which we were warned, undone lines connecting and whirling where the future looms tiny as terrifying as an insect.