conclusion

Narcissus as influenced by Mica Levi's work "Under the Skin"

Narcissus used to use a puddle.
Now he uses his phone.

which one of him is real?
which one of him is the one who lays in his bed at night?
is the painting, the one that does not change, the truest essence?
the part of him that is not changed or influenced by the outside or the one that no matter how his reflection changes when someone whispers in his co-dependent ear?

I am not making a judgement call on the discord between feelings and actions. i am simply looking at the fact that no matter how much of our "authentic selves" we build around the inside, that simply...
There is a discord. There is a Dissonance with a capital "D" as Mike would say. There is the same animal that is not evolving in the way one would think.
There is growling.
There is rumbling.
There is a scratching sound that reminds me of when metal scoots against metal.
There's the train whistle blowing. But not right at you. More like it has already passed or it is just through the woods.

What if this piano was played as is?
What if that was real rain making that noise?
What if the sound were being made by dried beans being poured down a metal tube?

Is this just a memory of the tide going out before a tsunami or the sound of setting spray doing its job? One would never want their makeup to crack if they accidentally smile too hard.

There was something else that was written here but the fucking technology I am using requires more of me than I am willing to pay attention for.