Dreams shattered... Scattered all across the bathroom floor glimmering shards of the broken mirror.
How did I get here? Wasn't I someone else? Full of hope and aspiration? No, it wasn't me, it couldn't be.
That man died a long while ago, I'm just his shadow lurking in the dark, clinging like a parasite to every object that shields me from light.
The line between living and existing becomes ever thinner with every tick of the clock: tick-tack — it's the size of your ring finger; tick-tack — it's no bigger than
a pencil line; tick-tack — a human hair covers it entirely; tick-tack — was there a line at all?
Breathe in and breathe out. Running water becomes louder and louder, the sound of it throbbing in my head, avalanching through my entire body.
I find a piece of the mirror in my hand, and a stranger looks at me from within. He repeats his chant over and over: "Remember, it's down the road, not across the street".
I methodically recite the incantation again and again and again until our voices join in unison: "Remember, it's down the road, not across the street".
The chant echoes off the bathroom walls; it's everywhere and nowhere. I am everywhere and nowhere. And then I witness a great miracle: water loses its transparency and starts turning red.
Soon I'll have a purpose. Soon I'll learn the biggest secret of life. Soon. Very soon...