It seems as though the world has become a mirror in which everybody searches for their own reflection. Is this self-obsession with their own images a way of convincing themselves that they exist? And constantly taking photos of ourselves and looking at ourselves whenever we glimpse a reflection of ourselves is certainly a form of obsession. It can’t be healthy to spend so long in observing oneself, rather than interacting with the world around us in a more fruitful, less selfish, way. We are beginning to lose our awareness of others in looking so much at ourselves, as though we are living in isolation from one another.
I think back some years and realise that streets were usually lined with buildings which had smaller windows placed higher up the walls. You would be lucky if you could see yourself at all, and certainly not the whole of yourself. This craze for observing ourselves is therefore made much easier by the huge plate-glass windows all modern buildings now have, which show us from the crown of our head to the tips of our toes.
So mobile phones which overwhelm us with their noise and their insistent demands to be answered immediately wherever we are, as though the messages they send out are more important than any communication with those we are actually talking to, have blighted us in yet another way, by providing the cameras through which we can observe ourselves uninterruptedly all day long for as long as we want to. It seems we are beginning to prefer images of ourselves to our real selves.