Last week, a strange thing happened to me, and the beginning and the whole process of this strange thing originated from a mirror that is still hanging in my bedroom. This mirror is more weird than strange. That mirror was like a dream. I saw my body gradually disappearing, bit by bit melting into the broadness and translucency of the mirror. I was affected by it and obsessed with it, like countless solid threads, controlling my puppet-like body, step by step towards the mouth of the abyss. It was a disaster in my life.
