The Mirror Chair Project

In 2015, due to a move, I lost my hospital diary and a very important part of my life went away with it. Desperate, I hit the streets to see if I can find it and, in a psychomagic impulse, I returned to the place of the aggression. All the way down, I was able to see myself reflected on every door and store window. I've got myself immersed in the concept of the looking-glass: as if I were in another reality unconnected to time. I should have invoked something because my diary finally appeared.