The Mirror of Cold Metal

We build structures to house our memories, yet the walls often reflect only the sky we are trying to escape. There is a hardness to steel that refuses to soften, even when the light tries to bend it. We walk through these corridors, our own shapes distorted, stretched, and pulled into something unrecognizable. It is a strange comfort, seeing oneself fractured in the surface of a building. It reminds us that we are not as solid as we believe. We are shifting, temporary, caught in the curve of a moment that does not belong to us. The silence inside these metallic folds is heavy, pressing against the skin like the first frost of November. We look for ourselves in the reflection, but we find only the light, cold and indifferent, traveling across a surface that has no memory of our touch. What remains when the light finally moves on?

Luca Renoldi has taken this beautiful image titled EMP Reflection. It captures the way a space can hold a secret, even when it is made of nothing but steel and shadow. Does it feel like a place you have visited, or a place you have only dreamed of?