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In passing, he catches glimpses of hisself, offering brief moments where emotion meets him at a destination before the idea of connection arrives.

Once, in the bathroom of his favorite coffee shop.. there it was; the perfectly imperfect drawing he had tattooed on his arm that very day, serving as a represenation of insanity in the modern age.

He stands.. phased out, dissociated, and mirrored as he scrambles through the scraps of residue left behind in his brain for time to convince him that the fragments belong to the same man.