Inanimate by nature, hotel mirrors are even further dulled by having seen so many. What they return to you is not your identity but your anonymity, especially in this city. For here yourself is the last thing you care to see. On my first sojourns I often felt surprised, catching my own frame, dressed or naked, in the open wardrobe; after a while I began to wonder about this place’s edenic or afterlife-like effects upon one’s self-awareness. Somewhere along the line, I even developed a theory of excessive redundancy, of the mirror absorbing the body absorbing the city. The net result, is obviously, mutual negation. A reflection cannot possibly care for a reflection.
– Watermark, Joseph Brodsky