This was back when I was fooling myself into thinking Narcissus was a small part of my work on the Metamorphoses and not, somehow, the central thing. Bernard listened politely, which was typical of his disposition, though I don’t think he understood me. Perhaps it’s because he’s a painter. In his work, transformation is a given: the one who sits for their portrait becomes the one who looks out through the paint. But I’m starting to think that this notion of transformation is too simple. Too simple because transformation requires a then and a now; a linear understanding.
Note that it doesn’t take a before and an after: it’s a then and a now.
And so for day 3055