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IN THE FACE OF THIS MIRRORED SELF, ALEX DOES VERY LITTLE. It remains still and watches closely, with its head rested on its arms that are crossed over the concrete park wall it's leaning on.
With the two of them on opposite sides of the wall, the effect was like liminal space; two converging points in time, meeting. The grass was notably differing shades, but who's to say if someone had forgotten to water one half.
There were no answers to the situation, so Alex resigns itself to greeting itself. “Hey. So, this is weird.”









