Mijn NiemandsLand

The corner of the room where the reader now finds himself appears at first glance to be nothing more than a practical intersection of two walls. Yet, it is nothing less than a crossroads of realities. Each wall carries its own flat world—two-dimensional, seemingly without depth. They meet at right angles, as if two universes, which would normally never touch, are forced into intimate contact here. The reader, that is, you, is standing precisely at this point. The article you are reading is not text on a screen or paper, but an invitation to experience the corner as a portal. Because what is a corner, anyway? It is not a wall, not a floor, not a ceiling. It is the place where divisions converge. A boundary that dissolves itself.

Imagine standing in front of a mirror, face to face with your own reflection, and thinking, “What a strange thing, that reflection.” Many people are under the illusion that the image on the other side of the mirror functions as some kind of enchanted version of reality, an upside-down world in which left and right seem to interchange, in which your right hand suddenly appears on the left side of your reflection, and your left eye suddenly pierces from the right. But—and here begins the great confusion, the true riddle that tests the human mind—who is to say that the image inside, trapped in that thin layer of glass and silver, is not the real, ultimate version of reality? What if the world on this side, the side in which you and I find ourselves, is precisely the distorted, skewed reflection of the true order?

Tag: illusion

Gathering.

Reflection.