NARCISSUS
Lost in contemplation
of his image in the pool, embraced by its undying love for its
original, knowing that to move away is to kill it and its love. The
narcissist is
incapable of murder: he requires
life, so that it can dote on him, swaddling his infant desires. An
allegory of photography: Narcissus turns
his back on the loving nymph Echo. The
visual pursues its own pure image, and turns its back on the sounds
that hang upon its every silent utterance.