If Mirror is a dying dream, that final reel before someone shuts off the projector, it can only be an artist’s—winter scenes from Brueghel gain life and movement, and the guilt of knowing that our parents, if it weren’t for us, could have had very different lives, acquires a near-unbearable weight. How does one respond to a sacrifice? One can only live with it—or not.
Elina Alter
November 18, 2015