A Room Within a Room
I am in a room with lots of doors and no windows. I open a door (any door, it doesn't matter which one) and I see a long corridor with... more doors. I smile meaningfully and I walk calmly toward a new door. I turn the doorknob and I enter... I love looking at things which are inside of things. It all depends of course on the choice of the medium: a painting within a painting, a movie within a movie, a story within a story, a dream within a dream. When I see something within something else I immediately get the illusion that it has energy in it, as if it became alive. “ But I loved Narcissus because, as he lay on my banks and looked down at me, in the mirror of his eyes I saw ever my own beauty mirrored. ” ~ Oscar Wilde If I dyed the mane of a lion blue and presented it as art what would it happen? Animal protection organizations (and my conscience) would accuse me of animal cruelty (and poor taste). And they would be right. But if a character in a story dyes the mane of a l