The Fun House

The only thing worse than getting lost in the dark, is getting lost in the light you’ve mistaken for your own reflection. A window says “see through.” A mirror says “see you.” And this life… It’ll getcha if you start reflecting. The serpent? He works in a mirror factory. A place where every thought bounces off another, until the original feeling can’t find its way home. If you aren’t careful, you’ll spend a lifetime trapped in reflection— not memory, not meaning, Echo. Thoughts chasing themselves. Images copying images. Like shining a laser in a mirror house. You’ll call it thinking. But it’s really just refracting. Endless distortion, in a mind that forgot how to look out. The eyes, they are not mirrors. You were made for vision, not feedback. For clarity, not kaleidoscopes. Look through. Because asking a mirror for help is like handing your wounds to a photograph, and expecting it to bleed with you. It’s like whispering secrets to a shadow.