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.
— Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life
