A man sat at his desk and looked out the window. He could see the moon in the sky. He remembered what his mother had told him about a man being in the moon. But he grew up and he could never find it. So he gave up. He gave up on many things after that. If there wasn’t a man in the moon what else could there be? So he gave up. Just like that.




He stared at his reflection in the window. It was dim and the shadows made it hard to see. There wasn’t a man in the moon but there was a man in the window. He wished he could take the face in the window and put it on the moon. Then maybe he wouldn’t give up. Maybe he would try. Maybe if he could put the face in the window onto the moon the other things that he thought weren’t in the world would finally be in it.
“Hello,” he said to the reflection.
“Hello.”
“Who are you?”
“Who are you?”
“I am you.”
“I am you.”
But it wasn’t him. If it was then it would be out here and it would be part of this world and not a part of the window world. So it had to be different.
“Why can’t you be out here? Why can’t you be on the moon?”
The reflection repeated and the man got angrier.
“If you were on the moon and not here in the window then I would be happy.”
The man spoke to his reflection until he could finally see the truth.
“Everything that has happened to me is your fault. You did this to me.”
And the reflection quietly agreed.