since it’s mine I never cleaned that mirror. I made this decision in the moment as I carried this old wardrobe door at home as a heirloom of my dead friend Ricardo. That was in 2005. As I brought it roughly one year ago to Ludwig I was very careful that I don’t touch the glass surface.
Don’t know why but today it was time to raze that symbol, spontaneous, beyond question and done. Luckily the mirror is clouded by itself, it needs no dust. And the sperm stains of him on the wooden frame will never come off anymore.