I went to an amusement park today. My friends like rollercoasters, they had a weekend to spare and, well, you know the whole deal. However, I must confess that I am absolutely terrified of those things. Let’s just say rolling around in an open metal car at dangerously high speeds with just momentum to keep you on track isn’t my activity of choice on a Saturday.
In any case, we just went there and they left to ride some rollercoasters after I feigned drowsiness. After walking around for a bit, aimlessly, I remembered that there was one thing I did enjoy when I used to come to amusement parks: the hall of mirrors. All of the reflections, the feeling of disconnection, the glance into infinity and beyond, the realization of smallness cosmically. All of these things really captivated me more than those torture wagons.
As such, I headed to the hall of mirrors, excited to have some time to just exist without being constantly judged for being alone doing nothing in an amusement park. I walked into the hall, glad of the lack of queue. I guess this wasn’t as popular as the other, more action-based rides. It was even better than I expected. The light beams, glistening in the dark, reflecting in impossible angles to infinity and back. The infinite me’s that followed my every move, just as happy and excited as me to be there. I got totally lost in a thoughtful and sensory experience.
After what felt like eons, I decided to leave and gather with my friends again, they’d surely have some stories about puking and going fast to share. I made my way to the exit and then is when it happened.
I felt a pair of arms hastily grab me from behind, with strength that caught me by surprise. These arms pulled back and I could just stare forwards, frozen, as my body was quickly pulled back. I felt a cold liquid flowing through me but it was already too late when I saw what had happened.
I had been pulled into a mirror.
One of the infinite me’s was grinning at me, uttering sighs of relief. I futilely banged at the once again solid glass that separated this space from my own, but I could only watch myself, waving goodbye; myself, showing obvious excitement over this; myself, storming out of the hall. However, I can only imagine myself, meeting up with my friends; myself, going back to my house; myself, taking my life over.
As these thoughts are crossing my mind, I wonder what will be of me, of the true me, if such a thing even exists.
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