Mirrors

Written by Jacob Ibrag

Taking in a deep breath, he slowly woke from another dreamless

night. Remaining flat on his back, he stared at a smiling cloud and

reciprocated. This place didn’t feel familiar and yet he felt right at

home. Sailing had been in his blood for generations, it only made

sense that the calm followed him whenever he touched water.

Getting up on his rested feet and standing firmly upon the canoe,

he was dumbfounded. Somehow, the water had turned into a broken

sea of mirrors in every direction. Clenching his eyes shut and

pinching himself, he wanted to make sure he wasn’t still sleeping.

As the canoe drifted forward, the glass below continued to shatter

until he had finally reached land. Seeing a woman in the distance,

he ran towards her to ask about the place. All of his years in the

water, he had never heard of an island surrounded by mirrors.

Before he could say a word, she held up the universal hand sign

for stop, ‘you aren’t supposed to be here! Turn your boat around

and leave while it’s still allowed.’ Confused by her temperament,

he needed to ask, ‘where in God’s green Earth are we? What is

this place?’ Taking a few precautionary steps back, she

whispered, ‘what the hell is Earth?’

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Photography by Erik Johansson