Mr. Ror Rim
July 22, 2010
He was the tour guide for a ghost town inhabited by rogue stars who selfishly kept mortals’ wishes to themselves. His face told the story of a man who once longed to escape but now gave his weight freely to gravity. He stared at me for long durations and would only turn away when I would. When I spoke to him, he didn’t seem to listen, but instead he would open his mouth and mimic the movements of my lips, but never created sounds. I was lost and unsure if this man could even truly help me, though the locals of the town nearby stated he would be the one that could lead me to my destination. I thought to myself maybe he doesn’t speak English? But when I tried speaking to him in other tongues, his reaction remained the same. Like a soulless mime who didn’t have an act of his own, he would only replicate my motion, as if we were playing some sort of child’s game. After a moment’s pause, I gave up and turned away for the last time. I grabbed my hat from under my arm, placed it on my head, and slowly walked out of the barren town… That was the last time I saw the man who wore a mirror for a face.
