We look and see what we see in a mirror, and we believe it. That's important, the question of belief. The question is: Should we believe what we see in a mirror?
I look in the mirror. There's me. What's in the mirror is not real. So am I unreal?
The thing that is believed is a reality.
We read, we travel, we become.
Summer for prose and lemons, for nakedness and languor.
The classics can console. But not enough.