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Why I Stopped Listening to Taylor Swift as a Longtime Fan

I vividly remember the moment I became a Swiftie. I was driving down a back road with my mom late at night, our eyes peeled for deer in the darkness as we belted every word to “Mean.” We started wondering out loud what the song was about, and after a quick Wikipedia search, I eagerly analyzed the lyrics from the passenger seat.

Years later, I was on my way home from the bowling alley in the peak of summer, riding in the back seat of a convertible with my best friend. My thighs stuck to the vinyl seats in the heat as I danced to the beat of “Shake it Off” on the radio. I was shocked when I heard that the artist behind the song of the summer was none other than Taylor Swift. After that, I fell back down the Swiftian rabbit hole, rediscovering the music I had grown up listening to with my mom and doing a deep dive into the years I’d missed. The first concert I ever attended was the 1989 World Tour at Nationals Park in the summer of 2015.

Flash forward five years to when I lay crying into the darkness after listening to folklore at midnight. It was the summer of 2020, when the world and my family were simultaneously falling apart, and despite being so far removed from me and my life, Taylor’s music made me feel so incredibly seen.

Most recently, I remember dancing and sobbing and scream-singing with my best friends at The Eras Tour in 2023, a global phenomenon that still somehow felt so personal, so made for us in that moment in time. We clung to each other as we swayed back and forth to the music, feeling the power of girlhood as it swept across a stadium and believing the lyrics “I was enchanted to meet you” with every fiber of our beings.

In the fall of 2024, I took a college course on Taylor Swift. While I had looked forward to the community the class would bring me and the excuse to talk about my favorite artist for participation points, something unexpected happened that semester. The class taught me to think more critically about a figure I had idolized most of my life. We read thought-provoking articles (like this one and this one) and analyzed Swift’s musical legacy from a variety of theoretical lenses, not all of which reflected favorably on my favorite musician. I learned to take her words and actions with a grain of salt, to think more broadly about the context in which she exists and the consequences of her choices.

Then in fall 2025 Taylor Swift released The Life of Showgirl on October 3, just four days before the anniversary of October 7, 2023—a date that marks the start of the most recent iteration of the ongoing genocide in Palestine. On the album she sings about her friends being canceled and the lavish life she envisions with Travis Kelce in a tone so grotesquely out of touch with reality that I couldn’t bear to listen. Swift had long been silent on issues abroad, and although my passion for speaking up about the genocide grew stronger with each passing day, I excused her time and time again for staying silent. I told myself that the region has a long and complicated history that even I don’t fully understand, and Swift doesn’t ever comment on global politics, and a myriad of other excuses.

…although my passion for speaking up about the genocide grew stronger with each passing day, I excused her time and time again for staying silent.

But then the President of the United States sent ICE into the streets to terrorize American cities. ICE agents murdered people in the streets of Minnesota. A heartbreaking photo of five-year-old Liam Conejo Ramos, detained by ICE while wearing his bunny hat and Spiderman backpack, spread like wildfire online. And while countless other celebrities condemned this violent ripping apart of families, there was once again radio silence from my favorite pop star. In fact, during this time she only occasionally poked her head out of the sand to promote new remixes and music videos.

Swift’s silence on ICE made me realize how quiet she had become not only regarding global humanitarian crises, but on domestic issues. Despite being openly pro-Democrat in the 2018 midterms and the last two presidential elections—thereby overcoming the death grip her country star roots once held on the tenor of her political voice—she has been utterly silent in these crucial last few years for our democracy.

What changed? Well for one thing, she’s married to an NFL player with a largely conservative fan base (I mean he plays for the Kansas City Chiefs for god’s sake). Some have questioned whether Kelce’s presence in Swift’s life has encouraged her to lean into the “tradwife” aesthetic. But I think it is too much of a cop out (and frankly pretty sexist) to reduce the reasoning behind her silence to the influence of her husband. I think this was 100% a Taylor-made choice, and the reason for it is the same reason she spoke out in 2018, 2020, and 2024: Taylor Swift always adjusts. She knows how to respond to what’s going on in the world in the way that best benefits her. When she decided that speaking up had once again become too threatening to the insanely illustrious career she has built for herself, she stopped.

Taylor Swift always adjusts. She knows how to respond to what’s going on in the world in the way that best benefits her.

But honestly? I don’t think that threat is as real as she might think. Some of her contemporaries have made it very clear where they stand on these issues. Gracie Abrams and Maisie Peters both spoke out condemning ICE (and both notably opened for Swift on the Eras Tour). Hozier, The Weeknd, Lorde, and Olivia Rodrigo have all spoken out in support of Palestine, with Rodrigo even contributing a song to the charity album HELP (2). Its proceeds will go exclusively toward helping children in Gaza. None of these artists have had their careers ruined or their fanbases dismantled as a result of their choice to speak up. In fact, in many cases it has earned them more respect and admiration from fans.

This is why in January 2026, I stopped listening to Taylor Swift. Because it got to the point where the art was inextricably connected to my utter disappointment in the artist. I couldn’t listen to a single song without being frustrated and let down by her inability to use her platform to speak up about the ongoing atrocities in the world.

This isn’t to say I’m a moral absolutist—I still hum along when I hear her in the grocery store, and I considered it a good omen when she played in the lobby right before my wisdom tooth surgery (OUCH by the way). But I have made the conscious effort to stop streaming her songs, stop posting about her, stop wearing her merchandise, and stop giving her my money.

I understand that Taylor, like all musicians and celebrities, is human. She’s not always going to get everything right. In fact, odds are she would have messed up even if she had spoken out on the issues I’ve mentioned. But here’s the thing: she could have tried. She could have done something, anything to condemn the horrible crimes that are being committed, both abroad and at home. It’s clear that Swift possesses the power to incite change with her words—voter registrations for young people skyrocketed in 2018 and 2023 after the superstar posted on Instagram encouraging people to vote.

But here’s the thing: she could have tried.

Trying matters. Speaking up matters. Having conversations even though they might be difficult, and even though you might mess something up, matters. This is true in our everyday lives, and it is a standard that I believe we can and must hold celebrated figures to as well.

I still hold out hope that one day Taylor will speak up or make an effort—at least to the point that I can let her music back into my life and my heart. But for now, I’ll continue to devote my time, energy, and money to other artists: artists whose music I can enjoy and feel connected to while simultaneously respecting their courage to say something when it matters most.

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Flight 4357

ACT ONE

(The stage is barely lit, the curtain down. White noise crackles through the speakers, getting steadily louder. The familiar ding of the fasten seatbelt sign turning on/off echoes once or twice. The noise grows louder and louder until finally …)

ELIAS: Is there a doctor on board? (Curtain up. JACOB lies in the aisle, front and center, with multiple passengers and flight attendants hovering over him. Frantic shouts echo the call for a doctor.)

RAFAEL: (Enters stage right) I’m a doctor, please, let me through. (Reaches the unconscious man.) What’s going on?

ELIAS: I don’t know, I think he’s having a seizure or something.

RAFAEL: Is anyone traveling with him?

ELIAS: Does anyone know this man? His name is (pulls open the man’s wallet and reads) Jacob Young. (Passengers respond with blank stares, shaking heads. A baby cries.)

SASHA: I’ll make an announcement on the intercom. (Exits stage left)

RAFAEL: I need to lay him on his side, clear the aisle please. (People hesitate, barely moving)

ELIAS: (loudly) All right, everyone out of the way, let the doctor help. (Everyone shuffles out of the way, whispering frantically. RAFAEL turns JACOB on his side so he’s facing upstage.)

SASHA (offstage, over intercom): Hello everyone, take note that the fasten seatbelt sign is on. Please remain in your seats while we handle a medical emergency. (Everyone on stage slowly returns to their seats, all except RAFAEL and ELIAS. Everyone cranes their necks and stands up every once and while to get a better look.) If anyone on board is traveling with Jacob Young, please report to row 26, thank you.

RAFAEL: Someone give me a jacket, pillow, blanket, anything soft that I can put under his head.

ISABELLA: (quickly rummages through her things and hands RAFAEL a small neck pillow) Will this work?

RAFAEL: It’ll have to. (Offstage, CARRIE shouts frantically, getting louder as she draws nearer and finally enters stage right.)

CARRIE: … that’s my husband, please (she sees JACOB on the ground) … Oh my god! What’s wrong with him, what’s happening to my husband?

RAFAEL: Ma’am, please calm down, now tell us, does your husband have epilepsy or some kind of medical condition that might have caused this?

CARRIE: No, no, Jacob’s perfectly healthy, he runs marathons, he coaches our son’s basketball team … Oh my god, what the hell is the matter with him?

RAFAEL: (Stares intently down at JACOB, visibly puzzled) He’s foaming at the mouth … Ma’am, what’s your name?

CARRIE: I- I- it’s C-Carrie, Carrie Young.

RAFAEL: All right, Carrie, I’m Rafael, I’m a doctor. Now, has Jacob consumed any alcohol or drugs on this trip?

CARRIE: What? What does that have to do—look, no, we just came to Arizona to visit his mom, but we’re with our kids.

ELIAS: Well, you two were sitting separately, is it possible he consumed any when you weren’t around?

CARRIE: I mean … I guess it’s possible, but we only split up because for some reason the kids and I got a free upgrade to first class, otherwise we’ve been together the whole trip. (JACOB stops seizing. CARRIE breathes a sigh of relief.) Is it over, is he okay? (RAFAEL places two fingers on JACOB’s neck.)

RAFAEL: I’m not feeling a pulse. Elias, bring me the defibrillation kit! Starting chest compressions. (RAFAEL turns JACOB onto his back. ELIAS exits stage left.)

CARRIE: What do you mean there’s no pulse? (She collapses and holds JACOB’s head as RAFAEL starts CPR.) Jacob, Jake, please, you have to be okay, you have to come back home with us.

ELIAS: (Frantically rushes back onstage with SASHA) It’s not there, the defibrillation kit is gone!

RAFAEL: What? What do you mean it’s gone? (RAFAEL begins to lose his cool, though he continues CPR throughout.)

ELIAS: I-I don’t know, somebody removed it from the wall, it’s not there.

RAFAEL: Well, get the backup kit!

SASHA: (Beat.) There is no backup kit.

CARRIE: Somebody do something, please, my husband is dying!

RAFAEL: Fuck! (Beat. Then, he tries to regain his composure.) Okay, we need to land this plane.

ELIAS: I’ve notified the pilot that we have a Code Red, she’s attempting an emergency landing at the nearest airfield.

RAFAEL: Good, make sure they have EMS on the ground ready for us to arrive. (Turns to the rest of the passengers) Does anyone else here know CPR? (Beat.)

ISABELLA: Um, I-I was a lifeguard in high school.

RAFAEL: Okay, good, anyone else? (CARRIE sobs noisily, still clutching tight to JACOB.) Fine, okay, lifeguard, come over here please. (ISABELLA moves past the other passengers and makes her way to JACOB’s feet.) What’s your name?

ISABELLA: Isabella.

RAFAEL: It’s nice to meet you, Isabella, I’m Rafael. Okay, I’m gonna need you to take over for me in a second here so I can talk to (quickly looks up at ELIAS to read his nametag) Elias. Can you do that for me?

ISABELLA: I-I think so.

CARRIE: You think so?

ISABELLA: (To CARRIE) No, I can do it, (To RAFAEL) I can do it, I swear. (RAFAEL switches places with ISABELLA and she begins chest compressions. RAFAEL rises and pulls ELIAS downstage, out of earshot of the rest of the passengers.)

RAFAEL: Elias, I am about to tell you something, and I need you not to react in any way. (They both glance over at the gaggle of passengers.)

ELIAS: Okay …

RAFAEL: The foaming mouth, the seizing, the heart stopping … these things don’t add up to a normal medical diagnosis or condition. But they do indicate something else.

ELIAS: (Trying to keep a straight face) What exactly do they indicate?

RAFAEL: Poison.

(Thunder echoes across stage. The video projection transforms to show dark, tumultuous clouds. The lights flicker on and off and all the passengers begin to shake. The plane is going through some serious turbulence. Chaos ensues, people begin to shout. The baby starts crying again.)

ISABELLA: Rafael, I need help!

CARRIE: Please come stop this girl from killing my husband!

ELIAS: Everyone, please remain calm and in your seats.

(RAFAEL and ELIAS rush back to JACOB. Shouting and screaming ensues, the white noise from the beginning of the show returns, everything continues to build in volume and intensity until suddenly … it all stops. Everyone is frozen on stage in their various positions except for SASHA. She holds a burner cellphone up to her ear on far stage left. She has a sinister smile on her face that makes the audience realize in an instant that she’s the bad guy here.)

SASHA: (In a non-English accent, preferably Russian) It is finished. (Beat.) No, of course not. You know I’m the best at what I do. Even better than … what did he call himself this time? Ah, yes … even better than Jacob Young.

END OF PLAY

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Poems

Eeyore’s Lament

Mind a d r i f t
eyes downcast
drowning in darkness
bewitched by the past

He wished he could picture
sunnier days
unclouded by woeful,
perpetual haze

But a lighthearted life
wasn’t for him
His heart was blackened,
broken, 
grim

He heaved a deep s i g h
and looked over at Pooh
and asked, “Why can’t I just
be happy
like you?”

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David + Jacqueline

We steal across the garden
in the middle of the night
We carve our names into the oak
with help from sweet moonlight
We jump at sudden noises
praying we’re not seen
but it’s only squirrels who witness
our clandestine scene

We weave our way along the paths
confessing all our fears
The stars stare down upon us
as he wipes away my tears
“Summer isn’t all that long”
he promises with a smile
My heart longs to believe him
and I did—for a while

Thirty years have passed since then
I’ve finally made it home
I brush my hand against the tree
And suddenly feel alone
I wonder what he’s doing now
I wonder where he is
I wonder if he knows
my name’s still right here, next to his

I wander back to my hotel
and sadly sip my wine
until I’m feeling drunk enough
to look him up online
I come to find, who would’ve thought,
he’s in town, same as me
Then suddenly, I’m messaging:
“Meet me at our tree”

The darkness nearly swallows me
My stomach’s in a knot
But still somehow I find it
that immortal, timeless spot
And there he waits, pacing
but stops when he sees me
I sigh and say “Hi, David”
He breathes “Hello, Jackie”

The steadfast stars watch from above
blessing our tree, our time, our love

“David + Jacqueline.” Found on a tree outside James Blair Hall at William & Mary.

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2021 Top 7—Music

#7—CTRL by SZA (2017)

Top Dawg/RCA

I was thrilled to discover this year that SZA’s critically acclaimed debut album is indeed worth the hype. While some of the songs blend together, each features the singer-songwriter’s phenomenal voice and there are numerous stellar standouts. My favorites, “Broken Clocks” and “Garden (Say It like Dat),” are lyrical and sonic masterpieces, while hits like “The Weekend” and “Love Galore” keep me toe-tapping.

#6—The Last Five Years (Original Motion Picture Soundtrack) (2014)

Sh-K-Boom Records, Inc.

Not shockingly, I used some of my free time in 2021 to dive deep into new musical theatre obsessions, and The Last Five Years film soundtrack definitely falls into that category. Through heart-wrenching ballads, hilarious showstoppers, and everything in between, this musical tells the story of a young couple living in New York City whose relationship unfolds over the span of five years. However, the narrative is told through alternating perspectives, with the man singing his numbers in chronological order while the woman sings in reverse chronological order—moving backward from post-divorce to their first date. I love every number in this show, especially those sung by the woman, Cathy. It also doesn’t hurt that in the film version, her love interest Jamie is played by Jeremy Jordan, a vocal powerhouse and one of my Broadway icons.

#5—In the Meantime by Alessia Cara (2021)

Def Jam

Alessia Cara is one of my favorite artists and is, in my humble opinion, criminally underrated. The singer/songwriter is predominantly known for hit songs “Here” and “Scars to Your Beautiful,” but her most recent studio album proves that she has accumulated a lyrical depth and vocal maturity far beyond her early days of stardom. In the Meantime is Cara’s most vulnerable album yet, which is saying a lot considering her previous two albums are full of heartbreak anthems and songs that embody overthinking and anxiety. Tracks like “Best Days,” “Box in the Ocean,” and “Apartment Song,” are pillars in this poignant and volatile body of work, while “Sweet Dream” and “Drama Queen” prove that Cara still has the capacity to create über-catchy pop songs.

#4—MONTERO by Lil Nas X (2021)

Columbia

Lil Nas X’s hits “Industry Baby” and “Montero (Call Me by Your Name)” played on a loop in my mind for most of 2021. These high-energy tracks are peppered throughout a fun but very introspective album, and Lil Nas X’s talent shines from start to finish. MONTERO covers heavy topics with a beautifully executed slew of personal—yet formidably catchy—songs such as “Dead Right Now,” “Thats What I Want,” and “Am I Dreaming.”

#3—Anastasia (Original Broadway Soundtrack) (2017)

The Anastasia musical holds a special place in my heart, and each song on this impeccable cast recording is bursting with heartwarming fun. Although the show isn’t a historically accurate account of the legendary lost tsarina, it is a captivating theatrical experience. The beautiful orchestrations, powerful solo ballads (including my favorite, “Journey to the Past”), and the vivacious duet and group numbers all come to life on the album and on stage—this was the only live theater production I got to see in 2021 and it was phenomenal!

#2—Red (Taylor’s Version) (2021)

Taylor Swift

Ah, of course, Ms. Swift has made an appearance on my top 7 music list, and with good reason. Her re-recorded version of her masterful album Red added a plethora of new songs, one of which is a long but captivating work of art called “All Too Well (10 Minute Version).” The stunning new verses in this fan-favorite song alone makes the re-released album worth a listen, as do entirely new numbers like the heartbreaking “Nothing New” and the pop perfection that is “Message in a Bottle.” Furthermore, throughout Red (Taylor’s Version), Swift’s nuanced changes and mature vocals demonstrate her incredible journey as a musician, making the album a staple for any Swiftie—and any fan of an exquisitely executed coming-of-age breakup album.

#1—SOUR by Olivia Rodrigo (2021)

Geffen Records

Speaking of coming-of-age breakup albums…if you thought I was enamored with Swift, you should just hear me talk about Rodrigo. This young star on the rise blew people away in 2021, and this album has scored her seven Grammy nominations. It’s no wonder, with show-stopping numbers like “good 4 u,” tender storytelling pieces like “hope ur okay,” and teen angst headbangers like my personal favorite, “brutal.” Having been a fan of Rodrigo’s since before she released her hit heartbreaking ballad “drivers license” I’m thrilled to see her getting the recognition she deserves from fans and critics alike. Here’s to hoping I can see her perform live one day—but until then I’ll just keep screaming the words to all eleven songs on SOUR in my car with the speakers blaring.

Honorable Mentions: You Signed Up For This by Maisie Peters, Kid Krow by Conan Gray, minor by Gracie Abrams, CALL ME IF YOU GET LOST by Tyler, the Creator, Solar Power by Lorde, Fearless (Taylor’s Version) by Taylor Swift

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2021 Top 7—TV Shows

Happy new year everyone! And welcome to another year of my top 7 favorite TV shows, music, movies, and books! I’m so excited to be on winter break and finally have time to sit down and write about some of the wonderful things I read, watched, and listened to this year. I hope you can find some new shows to enjoy. ❄️

#7—Shadow and Bone (2021)

Netflix

This enthralling fantasy show based on a beloved book series captured the attention of many Netflix viewers in the summer of 2021. The show’s stunning visuals and talented cast propelled me into a fascinating world that I desperately want to learn more about. Although the show is very fast-paced and a bit convoluted at times, I appreciate the intelligent writing and the relationships among the characters—and I’m excited for season 2!

#6—Everest: Beyond the Limit (2006)

Discovery Channel

Mount Everest has been a subject of fascination for centuries, and my interest in the world’s highest mountain *peaked* in spring 2021. The show Everest: Beyond the Limit is a captivating documentary series that follows climbers from around the world and sherpa guides as they tackle Everest and all the mountain’s terrifying challenges. This suspenseful, beautifully-shot show portrays both the wonders and horrors of Everest in an easy-to-follow way.

#5—Cruel Summer (2021)

Hulu

Whenever teen drama meets dark mystery, I am always a huge fan, and that is definitely the case with Cruel Summer. In this show, a young woman escapes her kidnapper and claims that another young woman saw her—but told nobody. Cleverly told across three summers running on parallel timelines, the show is an intoxicating binge watch that you truly can’t look away from. While the show may feel predictable at times, I encourage you to watch it through to the end—I guarantee your predictions are wrong.

#4—Squid Game (2021)

Netflix

One of the year’s biggest if not the biggest show, Squid Game is a thrilling saga that follows several intriguing characters who are united by their desperate financial situations and their subsequent participation in a mysterious series of games for the chance to win an enormous cash prize. The catch? Losing these games proves deadly. The Korean thriller became a worldwide phenomenon with good reason, as the high-stakes drama leaves you on the edge of your seat. The gore and fast pace of this show is a bit extreme at times, but all in all it’s one of the most brilliant shows I’ve ever seen. It would definitely be higher on this list if I had finished watching it—I’m currently only on episode 7! The shame!

#3—Broadchurch (2013)

ITV

Oh my god, I can’t say enough about this show. Broadchurch is a murder mystery that takes place in a fictional British town, where two police officers are assigned to discover who killed a young boy, and as the show goes on the list of suspects only grows. This show will leave you wondering and guessing and even screaming at your TV when you discover what really happened. Although the second and third seasons don’t quite live up to the drama and suspense of the first, the wonderful work/friend dynamic between the two police officers (portrayed by Olivia Colman and David Tennant) shines throughout.

#2—Wandavision (2021)

2021 was a big year for Marvel fans, and it all began with Wandavision. I can confidently say Wandavision is unlike anything Marvel has ever done, which is precisely what makes the show so memorable. The show begins with Wanda Maximoff and Vision moving to a small suburban town, trying to conceal their superpowers from the rest of the world in a fashion reminiscent of a 50’s era sitcom. Each episode jumps to the next decade’s TV style, which is a delightfully fun twist. However, darkness lingers beneath the surface, and viewers soon discover there’s mysterious incidents, buried secrets, and all around more to the show than meets the eye.

#1—Ted Lasso (2020)

After months and months of people telling me I should watch this show (hi, Grandpa), I finally found the time to watch it over Thanksgiving break—and boy Ted Lasso did not disappoint. This show is hilarious and heartwarming every step of the way. Even when tackling more serious subjects, the show remains lighthearted and thoughtful. Pretty much any character could be called my favorite character on any given day, and I’m obsessed with the relationships that unfold onscreen. I cannot wait for season 3! Believe!!!

Honorable Mentions: The Comedy Lineup (Netflix), Fate: The Winx Saga (Netflix), The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (Disney), Big Shot (Disney), Baking Impossible (Netflix), Grand Army (Netflix)

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Poems

change

the endless possibilities

paired with my insecurities

turn me into a tornado

of new emotions I don’t know

I can’t tell up from down most days

this month’s been one long ‘goodbye’ haze

doesn’t it feel a little strange

when everything’s about to change

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Poems

Greed

Beggars shiver in the streets
While you buy new satin sheets
Never enough, must be rough
You strangle Robin Hoods
And demolish neighborhoods
The stench of death on your breath
But at least your clothes look nice

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18 + 3/4

The summer sun beats hard upon her face
Beads of sweat drip down her lined countenance
She looks to the future with shining eyes
Trying hard not to think in the past tense

Everything she rambles about is new
Worlds and words her hungry soul hasn’t read
Yet she’s exhausted when she climbs the stairs
And still she worries one day she’ll drop dead

Old photographs burn brightly in her mind
(But really they’re stuffed in a box somewhere)
Little things roll off her maturing back
(But she’s just pretending she doesn’t care)

Suburbia feels like a gilded cage
And at the same time tomorrow’s promise
She searches, searches—a lonely lighthouse
For answers; the truth; knowledge; hope; a kiss

She’s building bridges and burning borders
That’s the price of eighteen and three quarters



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Part I: The Mirror

The mirror startled her. She did not see it right away, not until she had already gone several steps past it. Her inability to immediately recognize the mirror was not simply a lack of awareness; rather, she was totally enriched in the book in her hands and, looking down to read it, did not realize at first what she was passing. Then, out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed what looked like a shadow. This made her jump and spin about wildly, trying to see who was following her. (One would normally not be so afraid of a shadow, especially when that shadow is quite conceivably one’s own shadow. However, she was the kind of girl who had reason to be afraid of her own shadow, so we shall forgive for this seemingly absurd reaction.)

She soon realized it was not a shadow at all, and it was certainly not a murderous stalker following her across the field. The field was nearly always empty at this time of day, which is why the girl used it as a shortcut on her way home from school. Later on, it would be filled with children kicking soccer balls and parents watching from a respectable distance while they sipped coffee and had internal crises and teenagers holding hands and talking about things they pretended mattered. For now, though, the field next to her house was empty. Empty except for the mirror.

She retreated and turned to face the mirror, staring into it. It was a full-length mirror with an oak trim, standing on its oak legs in the middle of the soccer field. There was nothing else around it, no inscription, nothing hanging on the mirror, no apparent purpose. Besides the fact that it was placed in the middle of an empty field, there was nothing else extraordinary about this particular mirror. Oh, except for the fact that it was not her reflection in the mirror.

At least, it was not her current reflection. The her in the mirror was not wearing unripped jeans and an oversized, hand-knitted sweater that her Grams had given her. The her in the mirror did not have a captivating book in her hands. The her in the mirror did not have her dreadlocks pulled back into a long, subdued ponytail. The her in the mirror looked nothing like the her in the field, and yet somehow, instinctively, she knew that she was looking at her future self.

She almost dropped her book in surprise (the key word being almost). The version of her in the mirror smiled mischievously, pleased to see that her more tangible counterpart had figured out that they were one in the same. She (the her in the mirror that is) was taller and curvier, and she wore contacts instead of large navy-framed glasses. Her dreads, a handful of which were colored electric blue, fell prettily around her mature face, a face where confidence—but not arrogance—lingered wistfully.

Standing before the mirror, the girl did not have any of these things. But still… their noses were twins, their eyes a perfect match, their cheekbones cut in the same fashion, their skin tones an identical rich brown—though the older she wore a fitted black tank top that showcased far more muscular arms than the ones hidden beneath the white sweater.

The she in the field stared hungrily at this version of herself. She was confused and scared, of course, but she was too intrigued to be hung up on those unpleasant feelings. Did this mirror show the future? Did it show a long-lost sister? Or her mother when she was young, before she died?

No, she thought. She is me and I am her. There could be no question about that. How then, is she in there while I’m out here? The her in the mirror, unfortunately, did not answer. She continued to smile that mischievous, tantalizing smile, as if she knew something which the her in the field did not. (The truth of matter, of course, is that she knew many things the she in the field did not, but the she in the field was not to be made aware of this fact quite yet.)

“How can I get to you?” she asked herself, desperate for some direction or sign.

To her surprise, the her in the mirror answered. Not with words, for no words of wisdom can be handed down from future self to past self (this much history has taught us). No, the her in the mirror answered with a gesture. She lifted her hand and beckoned, urging the her in the field to come her way.

She was confused. How could she go to the her in the mirror? Did she mean to walk forward, past the mirror, and continue in that direction? Or did she mean…

The question had not yet been fully formed when the answer arrived. The she in the field had reached out her hand to feel the solid glass that separated her from her alternate self, but it was not solid glass at all. It felt more like a thin sheet of rubber, not completely fluid, but still flexible enough to succumb to her touch. In an instant her hand had broken through the mirror (though no glass shattered), and the image of her had become distorted and blurry. Still, the she who was half in the field and half in the mirror thought she saw the she in the mirror wink before, with no warning, she vanished.

This time, she dropped the book. She stood completely still, fighting off panic as she looked at her entire left hand inside the mirror. It sent a strange buzzing feeling throughout her entire body. She looked around, but still the field was empty. There were no kicking children nor drinking parents nor talking teenagers nor knitting grandmothers. It was only her and the mirror.

With one hand, she tightened the straps of her backpack and closed her eyes. There’s no going back now, she told herself. (She was indeed right about this. If she had tried to pull her hand out of the mirror, it would have been futile.) She took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and plunged headfirst into the mirror, pushing against the rubbery surface until it gave. The moment it did her whole body followed, and she vanished…as did the oak mirror.

The book lay dirtied and forgotten in the damp grass.