Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting fragments, reflections, and drawn shadows from this existence.
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Where thought becomes visible.
M. Joseph Boehler
These pages have been waiting, collecting fragments, reflections, and drawn shadows from this existence.
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Unrecognizable Reflection
by M. Joseph Boehler
a glass fogged with the dust of daily habits reflects an unfamiliar face,
a collage of half-remembered stories pieced together by routine.
the image is both stranger and familiar,
a figurative expression of the self built from ordinary moments
and trembling under the weight of its own making.
the raw stare forces a reckoning: identity is a narrative we pour out,
ink emptied onto the page,
yet leaving only the outline.
to look is to accept that the person we see is a hypothesis,
a philosophical sketch that changes each time we look at it.
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To leave traces that might meet another's path.
