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“The body in the mirror forces me to turn and face it. And I look at my body, which is under sentence of death. It is lean, hard and cold, the incarnation of a mystery. And I do not know what moves in this body, what this body is searching. It is trapped in my mirror as it is trapped in time and it hurries toward revelation.
When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child; but when I became I man, I put away childish things.
I long to make this prophecy come true. I long to crack that mirror and be free. I look at my sex, my troubling sex, and wonder how it can be redeemed, how can I save it from the knife. The journey to the grave is already begun, the journey to corruption is, always, already, half over. Yet, the key to my salvation, which cannot save my body, is hidden in my flesh.”
― James Baldwin, Giovanni’s Room