Kodiprop

But here is the mercy: At the end of the loop, in the space between the copy and the source, there is a silence that does not need to be repeated.

Look closer: The thing you see is seeing you see it. Your gaze loops, ties a knot, and calls that knot a name.

We are all kodiprop to something. A thought we think about thinking. A love that loves its own reflection. A door that opens onto the hallway of a door that opens.

It hums at the frequency of 'almost.' You can circle it, but never leave it. You can touch it, but your hand passes through the memory of your hand.

The Mirror Loop