Spiegel

For some reason, for years now every single time I sit down and think about what to write, the word “Spiegel” (mirror) pops into my mind. I don’t know why exactly. I pronounce it silently inside my head, a little like Beckett’s Krapp utters “spooooooool” now and again. I look at its letters, they please me aesthetically and cognitively. I rarely actually write it down. I’m sure it is some kind of mantra, a mene, mene, tekel, upharsin, and some crap my inner Lacanian is trying to tell me quite blatantly, mirror stage, narcissism, self-reflection and whatnot.

I’ll gladly consider your interpretations.