Somehow, in a white room with no windows or mirrors,
you see yourself.
How could this be? You ask.
How, indeed.
Perhaps you are drawing from memory and casting
such things on the barren walls.
Or maybe you’re not really here at all.
Somehow, in a white room with no windows or mirrors,
you see yourself.
How could this be? You ask.
How, indeed.
Perhaps you are drawing from memory and casting
such things on the barren walls.
Or maybe you’re not really here at all.
