You see them every day...you walk past them and look them right in the eyes...but you have no idea they exist.

They see you...clean...shapeless...and vain...in all your cryptopotancy.

They live in a world that we surround ourselves with, the world of reflection. You will find them hidden among the shiny, arched faucets. You can see their faces in broken mirrors. In pools of water, just tepid enough to let you catch a glimpse, you'll see them winking at you...if you look hard enough...if you let yourself...if you stop trying to see what you think is there, for a brief, fleeting moment, you might see what's really there, and find yourself in it all.