I look in the mirror. See someone reflected. I believe it is me yet have no proof.
And worse, I am not certain of who “me” might even be.
Here is a moment of extravagant beauty: I drink it liquid from the shells of my hands and almost all of it runs sparkling through my fingers but beauty is like that, it is a fraction of a second, quickness of a flash and then immediately it escapes.
Don’t you love those moments of kismet that lead you right into the presence of someone you’ve been desperately seeking?
“It’s hard to find an animal more unlike a human than an octopus… No sci-fi alien is so startlingly strange.”