There is truth in your intuition. That “gut” feeling that there is more, all the things you have been subjected to, the feeling you are being tested - do not dismiss these as fleeting thoughts. Look around you. The books you read, the programmes and films you watch, the music you listen to. We are not unique in the sense of being individually watched but the more you actually see and examine, the people we connect with and are drawn to, whether we deem ourselves to be “creatives” or “realists”. The way we see life and death is not as it is portrayed in the Big Good Book. Think of nonsense literature; Carroll with the Bandersnatch and the Looking Glass. Now think of Brooker with Black Mirror. An interactive episode, where we are seemingly in control of the events that happen and almost take delight in destruction. We are staring straight into the looking glass, we are just too scared to examine it closely.
In her thesis, Plath refers to the reflection of Golyadkin’s face in the looking-glass, stepping from his “mirror prison with much the same facility experienced by Alice when she reversed the process and entered Looking-glass Land”. What exactly is this mirror prison and why are we either terrified or drawn to enter it? There is a desire to hold on to the make-believe and fantastical worlds that a child immerses themselves in; the fairy-tales are prevented from being carried through into adult life which leaves behind a disjunction – a fragmented image in the looking-glass or more applicably, the black mirror.
I have been here before and I am here again, only this time, it is not ME that is in it - we all are. Think of all the times you have been saved, think of the times you have suffered and thought, I cannot survive this yet somehow, you have. Think of both the desire for oblivion and wilfulness to live. It is both an “aspect of man’s eternal desire to solve the enigma of his own identity” and a confrontation which ends in “insanity or death” but how do you define insanity? In hospital, I spoke to a man who had a PhD in mechanical engineering. He was deemed insane enough to lock up and forcefully medicate for six months yet when I spoke to him, lucid enough to talk about medicine, education, literature, language, religion. Where is the line drawn between insanity and genius and more importantly, who, or what determines that? We put blind faith and trust in God and doctors but miss the most important question: the mirror is described as a prison rather than a replication, assuming a separate entity that must be reconciled with in order to avoid psychological disintegration. Mirrors and dreams are dismissed as separate from reality; what if they are more than that?
Freud’s doppelgänger motif in The Uncanny often uses dreams to reveal the latent fears and desires which the character cannot consciously acknowledge when awake. Getting past, or through the surface then, is the fundamental goal. The best way to possess The Double is to destroy it – but in the process, we must also destroy ourselves. Perhaps, that is the ultimate test. Our survival instinct, the feeling we identify as most intrinsically human, is not human at all. I am tired but not tired enough to not pursue the truth. Finite is not as finite as we are made to believe. If you are questioning, continue to question. If you are thinking you are alone in your thoughts, turn to literature and read them in other peoples words. If you are scared of looking in the mirror, reach into it.
To overcome the survival instinct requires such a level of desperation and hatred for oneself and perceived reality, it literally transcends the intrinsically wired “human instinct” to survive. But what is the alternative? Depending on how much you drank and took last night, you wake up, not exactly with a clear mind but a sober mind. You scream, who the fuck wants sobriety? Who wants clear cognition and guilt and supposedly conscious thought? Who wants to feel sick with anxiety and regret, ruminating on anything and everything you have ever said? So you drink/use again, constant cycles/repeated coping mechanisms. And I guess that’s just it, it is coping. If it didn’t work, at least temporarily, you wouldn’t do it.
So you repeat/repress/repeat/repress until it’s all you know. You force the drink down your throat until you reach equilibrium. You eat and deal with the guilt by purging. You wake up with self harm that you don’t remember doing. You listen to the same song on repeat until it’s more ingrained than traumatic memories. It’s reductive, repetitive, and ultimately, not in any way rewarding. So why do it? The definition of insanity; doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result. Only you’re not insane, that’s the problem. You are so fucking self aware; you are watching a real time projection of yourself, destroy yourself, avoiding the mirror until you allow yourself to truly SEE and break through to the other side. So this is me seeing, feeling, writing and reaching into the mirror. See you on the other side.