A Porty Folio

By rtbutt

Narcissus Algae

'While he is drinking he beholds himself reflected in the mirrored pool—and loves; loves an imagined body which contains no substance, for he deems the mirrored shade a thing of life to love. He cannot move, for so he marvels at himself, and lies with countenance unchanged, as if indeed a statue carved of Parian marble.'  Ovid, Metamorphoses, Book 3

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