Hell 1 : Derelict Carnality
From Create Your Own Story
Michel was still staring lividly at himself in the bathroom mirror. He was holding as many superstitions of a change in the expression as possible. It helped him to imagine a separate person to accompany him in the light of any sudden changes to what was reflected, who would definitely communicate whatever came back at him as dryly as possible. There had been a lot of volatility in his dreams, particularly when it came to looking through windows and such. Whenever he had the opportunity his imagination liked to reshape drapery into striking cubic mugs in a darker room. The rain almost projected itself indoors and interrupted his thoughts.
