In front of the mirror we wage wars and make peace with ourselves.
The cardboard companion that has become a mirror is a place of ambiguous reflection. In his human silhouette we recognize our own image. He forces us to think about what we see. Do we see the target in the object itself, in our duplication, or do we get the feeling that it is ultimately on our own body after all? What does the Human Target pick up, what does it throw back? If we throw thoughts at it, do we get them back reflected or unreflected? And how does the confrontation unfold? Destructive, mild, or conciliatory? Does it create distortion or clarity?
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