Into the Gunsfeld

After the accident, I turned out all of the lights in the room while I watched, concussed from the mirror. It wasn't like everything disappeared. It was that I'd walked into something and had been completely absorbed by it. Even then, it is possible something split in me, the first time I lied myself a citizen. At the tilt of a head was I the young woman or the old, the duck or the rabbit in the optical illusion. And so, you know, it just felt like I'd walked right into this space.