Cast iron, glass
When Narcissus admired his reflection in the pond, he did not see the bottom of the pond through the surface of the water. He saw in the surface – in this reflecting two-dimensional film, which separates the water from the air, and in a space which is not the water of the pond –, he saw as three-dimensional as if it were his twin brother, not himself, but his image.
But what if Narcissus does not watch his reflection in the pond, but the bird, who just flies over the pond, or the tree crests on the opposite shore, does the mirroring water carry all these images? Like an all-encompassing three-dimensional film in realtime? What does a mirror show when we do not look?
And considering the infinite number of film sequences and pictures that have ever been seen in the surface of the pond mirror, do we not have to think over our concept of linearity of time?
… until the wind sweeps over the pond, then the picture is gone.