An ugliness unfurled in the sunlight and soft shadow covered the whole world. He felt that going to sleep at 6am was much more beneficial than confronting life.

Day and night are one.

The beginning and the end of a circle are one.

I wash my face.

I face the mirror.

It talks to me.

"Your face is well balanced. You have very long eyelashes. Like a tiger. Trying to keep up appearances is a signal of decay on the inside. Beware shallow living, in yourself and in others. It is only in the depths that life can thrive".

Who are you?

Who am I?

Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies?

Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them?

He was becoming divided with himself. Was he a normal human being? More than that, a moral human being? A strong human being, able to control his own impulses?