-act- -ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image Access

I don’t mean that in a narcissistic, Instagram-filter way. I mean it in the way that, when you stare long enough into the black glass of an Ishigaki night, the person staring back is a stranger wearing your face. The humidity has curled my hair like seaweed. The salt from last night’s swim at Kabira Bay still lingers on my skin.

Somewhere in the humidity of July Location: Ishigaki Island, Okinawa -ACT- -Ishigaki- Lover Of Mirror Image

That is the trap of Ishigaki. It tricks you into believing that dualities can merge. Land and sea. Self and other. The real you and the beautiful ghost in the glass. I don’t mean that in a narcissistic, Instagram-filter way

He watches his own hands in the reflection as they reach for a glass of awamori. He watches his own lips as they mouth the lyrics to a sad Begin song. He is performing for himself, and he is the only audience member who matters. The salt from last night’s swim at Kabira

The lover of mirror images.