Delirium
I have a memory from when I was a child: I was lying in bed, delirious with a high fever.
At some point, I found myself dancing in front of a mirror.
Looking back on it now, my own interpretation is this:
Perhaps I was dancing in front of the mirror to reaffirm my sense of self — as if, in the throes of that high fever, I was on the verge of losing who I was.
What do you think?
No comments:
Post a Comment