ON THE WAY (14)
On my way to the one I already was, listen what happened to me ... Projection transforms into mirroring, a key that fits anytime anywhere. On would have done the same, at least like that. On like to do in miniature like that.
Once used, I store that key, often forgetting where. A permanent place would be better: next to the door, at my belt, on the mala around my neck, I confess. I'm not ashamed, my reputation does not bother me as before.
| Mirroring, go on go on. | february 2019 |