There is this bird that flies into the bottom corner of my window-wall at Bush-Field. The one wall in my office is a sliding glass door and what isn’t a door, is a window. Against one wall in the office, there is a sofa bed (perpendicular to the window-wall). The sofa bed has two end tables made out of retro-looking plexi-glass. The table is dark and creates a sort of mirror from the other side of the window. And this bird thinks there is another bird behind the glass and keeps trying to meet the one in the reflection.
This bird repeatedly flies into to window. Bang. Flutter. Bang. Flutter. Bang. I am convinced it’s the same bird that is trying to woo the bird in the side mirror of Alan’s truck. Every so often, as I pass by the main entry on my way to the kitchen, I see a fluttering motion outside. It’s the bird and the side mirror.
What’s he thinking? That he will eventually actually meet the bird in the mirror? He’s been trying for about a month now. AND, now he’s found another one in the bottom corner of my wall. Was he just strolling by and accidently caught a glimpse of another bird out of the corner of his eye? And he came over to investigate. But, he keeps running into this glass wall. Is he thinking if he tries hard enough, he’ll meet it? Because for all he knows, they are trying to meet him too. But–there’s that glass wall–that transparent barrier.
Isn’t that just reality though–finding the perfect mate from a glimpse out of the corner of your eye and going over to investigate? Finding out it’s only a figment of your imagination or a reflection in a mirror? I guess you just have to wait until somebody real joins you on your side of the wall and you see both your reflections in the mirror.