adventures in reflective surfaces
Recurring Basement Bathroom Mirror
My mom died. I was in her house, the house where I grew up, for the first time in about six years. This is the mirror in the bathroom of the basement bedroom. For more than half my life, Ive had recurring nightmares about the basement, this bedroom, this bathroom, in which the source of "ultimate evil" for lack of a better term, resides. This time, going into this bathroom, was probably the least frightening for me.