Letters to Montgomery Clift: Sense of Belonging

I looked into the mirror and I wasn't who I was. I was just a guy trying on clothes with his family. Mrs. A was behind me; Amada, like a sister, nodded approvingly, partly distracted by clothes some distance away. In this Mirror World, I was normal, like everyone else. I worried about the pimples on my forehead; I wanted to learn how to drive; I wanted to go on a date. A Sense Of Belonging belonged to me. A spell was cast in Glendale.

* Letters to Montgomery Clift, Noël Alumit, p. 70.