


Narcissus drowned in a pool that became a mirror.
He fell in love with his reflection in the pool and fell toward it, attempting to meet it.
Had Narcissus gazed at his reflection in a river, he would have seen a silhouette
cut through by the current – his features illegible in the unsettled surface.
He might not then have fallen into the water and drowned.
He might have lived had he not known his own face.
The pool: a body of water in the shape of an ego.








