“Edgar, do you remember my father at all, am i anything like him?” are the words that found themselves outside of my body while i continue to stare blankly at the reflection i could hardly make out. This was a clear reflection of me, so clear that if i created a monument outside for society to see, where all i did was ask who is this in the mirror they would all answer the same way “That’s you, sir, what are you crazy?” and then commence to shake their heads while walking away talking amongst themselves about the situation that had just occured. Who was i to construct such a monument though, i didn’t even have time to clean my own glasses.