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“one man looks into the mirror of his life...only to see many versions of himself, his ideas, his dreams, his wishes and desires, every careless thought that crosses his mind, reflected back at himself...and...and...and he gives a name to every reflection he sees...calls his reflections "family" and "relatives".
and he even gives his reflections their own town, "macondo" and its only a small humble town, it's nowhere really, but "they" make it, build it up from scratch...it's got a beginning, frivolous, unpredictable, and it's filled with characters big and small...some of them resemble other ones, could they be related, too(???)...and...and it's got an end, one he always knew about but could never really see too clearly that comes with a great rushing wind, the movement one makes once one finally turns from one's reflection.
marquez's angelic ghost dance on the point of a pin i found to be interesting if only as a different way to see my own reflections.
those not interested in looking within should look elsewhere...”