I seem to be awake. But that's strange, didn't I just vanish? I was here, alone, for a very long time, in a skin that has grown sullen and thick. It reminded me of a lobster that has grown too much for it's ancient age and has failed to bear the weight of it's body. Does that make me something of a hatching parasite? Is there any different between the corpse in the mirror and I? Regardless, I hope you understand me. I don't think most do. Maybe you'll be different now. I know I am.

















