The mirror and I broke up this morning. We’d been together quite a while but I was tired of its refusal to show the real me and not some aged version the mirror created. The mirror, of course as it always did, said it was not at fault, but it always says that. It tried to say that if I did not like what I saw in it the problem must be in my optic nerve or visual cortex for if I am so certain how I should look, it is there the connection is broken.