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And there he is again.

In the mirror, I see the version of me who would have swum out too far. The version who would have touched the fire coral on purpose, just to feel something sharp. The one who falls in love with taxi drivers and then forgets their faces by morning. -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image

He came back. My lover. My self.

Tonight, the air is thick as syrup. I left the shutter door of my little rental house open—just a crack. The glass of the sliding door has become a dark, patient mirror. -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image And there

The lover of mirror images.

Somewhere in the humidity of July Location: Ishigaki Island, Okinawa The one who falls in love with taxi

I don’t mean that in a narcissistic, Instagram-filter way. I mean it in the way that, when you stare long enough into the black glass of an Ishigaki night, the person staring back is a stranger wearing your face. The humidity has curled my hair like seaweed. The salt from last night’s swim at Kabira Bay still lingers on my skin.

That is the trap of Ishigaki. It tricks you into believing that dualities can merge. Land and sea. Self and other. The real you and the beautiful ghost in the glass.