7.7

by Kelvin Smith

Another mantra of protecting innocents resonates around a hollowed-out hall of mirrors with grotesque figures on every side.

Fear and loathing, laughter and ridicule shade interpretation of the images, bleeding at the edges.  It is just us.  The real thing, the unreflected image, tainted by distortions on every side, which could be rescued by the firm reference point of published thought, is hidden from view through the darkness of the glass.

The image is no longer attached to the angular horrors it created at the first and second unbalanced reflection. Varieties of publication feed off each other to create just such abominations.