I look in the mirror and don't recognise myself. a stranger is looking back at me with unfamiliar eyes. 'where are you?' - a question to myself, who is for some unknown reason is not there. a substitute is staring ignorantly back in silence. useless. i'm not going to find myself in the mirror. even a reflection of me. lost. yet once again. well you can run but you can't hide, well actually you can hide but you can't run, but you can't hide forever. i'll find you anyway, you are me after all.