In this deep, delicious void there is nothing. Thunder choked in the cage of my skull. Something then. Dragging me from this moist pit of annihilation. Consciousness. I see myself for the first time in that mirror. Jerk out my hand to touch my face. I stroke my cheek. The cheek of a stranger. The hand returns bloodied. The mirror broken. But I did touch my reflection. I did break the mirror. I did both, at the same time. Superposition.
Paddy Dobson
11th August 2021