Mirror mirror, on the wall...
Who is the fairest of them all?
"Not I," said Mirror.
For I am glass, a reflection of the future and of the past.
Never consistent but always remaining. A reminder of time, always waning.
A wrinkle here, a silvery strand, the ongoing battle of aging man. Loved by many, disdained by most.
An item for torment, an item to boast. What is beauty, if not passing? The standa...
