A blot. A blemish. I searched in vain for some visible scar, some defect of design, a cause rather than effect, because the effect - the image staring back at me - was beyond unrecognizable.
That’s not the whole truth, though. Not really. What I saw was in fact familiar, although I couldn’t have known how then. Familiar like deja vu - a fearsome sense that things don’t belong here, not like this...
