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I've always thought of mirrors as the one source to the truth. They always show exactly what's going on, there's no hiding from a mirror. Not even for ghosts or vampires, even they can't hide from the power of the mirrors. In my world this was true, the mirror told the truth – as it turns out my world did not tell the truth. Some might say that believing this is as naive as can be, but think about it. It's a mirror, it shows what's going on. In the morning it is a image of myself, either shaving or brushing my teeth, thus showing what I'm doing that very moment. From this the conclusion of a mirror telling the truth is not that far fetched and hence one can say that my mirror, in my bathroom – and most other mirrors as well – shows what's happening.

This is me being naive! Until this day I've had absolute confidence in my mirror; it had shown me what I wanted to see; what was going on. This came to a sudden stop. One of these mornings, as I was shaving in front of my mirror my whole world of absolute truths crashed down on me. I'd brought my wrist watch from the bedroom and placed it by the sink – in front of the mirror. This very moment is the showdown between my world and the real world in terms of mirror and their magic. The mirrors watch and my watch is not showing the same time – they're different, it's not the same watch, but at the same time it is. All of a sudden it gets harder to breathe, something is wrong. Very wrong! It is supposed to be the same Calvin Klein wrist watch, they're supposed to be identical, they're supposed to show the same time. They are not. I feel the jig-saw puzzle of my life starting to tear; the pyramids are falling apart; facts start to dissolve like moral mixed with alcohol.

I'll never trust a mirror again, there are no absolute truths.