Meeting Place
¿Por qué persistes, incesante espejo? ¿Por qué duplicas, misterioso hermano,
el movimiento de mi mano?
Jorge Luis Borges
Through the silence of a motionless image she secretly revealed to him that a smile could excise, limb by limb, each part of the humongous body of the universe. As he continued to look at the print, each of the scales of greys and whites commenced to fade away and with them her hands and the ring and the tiles of a room that was soon to disappear as well. And as the paper disintegrated, when the whole universe was made of two white rounded teeth and the incommensurable smile owned every molecule of the space and every second of time, he noticed that the picture was a mirror and that her smile was his happiness.
