Kodiprop -

The Mirror Loop

But here is the mercy: At the end of the loop, in the space between the copy and the source, there is a silence that does not need to be repeated. kodiprop

We are all kodiprop to something. A thought we think about thinking. A love that loves its own reflection. A door that opens onto the hallway of a door that opens. The Mirror Loop But here is the mercy:

It hums at the frequency of 'almost.' You can circle it, but never leave it. You can touch it, but your hand passes through the memory of your hand. A love that loves its own reflection

At the center of the empty room, a single object sits. Not stone, not light, not shadow— but the idea of an object, folded once upon itself.