Profoundly Random Thought #1 Paper Reflections

Have you ever looked at yourself in a fun house mirror? Or ever noticed your reflection in a rain studded puddle, or grime streaked subway window? I might go as far as to ask, have you ever looked up, late on some wet night, and seen yourself staring back at you through your black, rain streaked skylight? If you ever have seen your reflection warped, ripped, shattered or bent, you'll know what I'm talking about.

Walking down the street you pass broken glass, embedded in the mud beside the sidewalk, glittering just for a moment as it caches the sun. The grass, wet from last nights rain, is reflected, shattered in the broken bottle beside the daises. The white petals are fragmented, barely recognizable in the dirty glass resting in the shade of their leaves, but yet you know that they are a daisy, pure white and glowing in the warm spring sunshine.

It's the same with writing, this blog even. we write, and our images, our personalities are fragments, mixed up and cobbled together again, yet we know there is a human being on the other end of the wire, typing furiously to finish the post before the class it up.

you know that i am a high school girl, assigned to write this blog for my creative writing class, that my name is Amelia Carter, and you think you know me, but are you sure its not just my outer shell, with glittering bits of broken glass embedded in it, reflecting your shattered image back at you?