As I sat on the bus riding home this very early morning, I stared out the window opposite my seat. To the north shone the few remaining windows, the lit I-35W bridge, and a cloudy heaven. The bus made its way across the Washington Avenue bridge westbound, and the world slowly edged its way across the bus window.
In the window, traveling its way across this world, was my face.
Of course, I had to utilize what I've gained in German film class to analyze the situation. The mise-en-scene was just too blatant to be ignored.
My face. Traveling across the world.
But not really me.
Just a reflection.
But who am I, but a reflection of what people think me to be?
What people wish me to be?
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