Arcade

The silence thickened - with a knife to cut it, so strong that the ticking of the clock was blowing in my head - you are, you are, you are. I shook my head. I dream, of course. My self-confidence returned. In any case, I dropped the mirror and trusted the habit of my perfect appearance. The world was back at my feet ... until ... Not true. The subsequent events took me to the farthest and lonest bench in the park. I was no longer the man, the roller who swept everything in his way. I was already a crushed man, not a man, but something like that ... the mirror of the mirror ...