I find mirrors have the capacity to launch at me my very own projections. Funny enough, the retina catches bounces of light at that's how we interpretate reality... with a convenient tool. I don't feel much real in a mirror. Everything I see is an answer to long questions, but what I don't see unravels me. I always look at myself in the eyes, as if to find an answer. Sometimes I feel like I get a response, but not one you can actually say, but feel, boiling inside. An strange, beastly lust to tear the cloak and free the insides of the bone cage. Always a fun daydream.