Misty clouds of red rimmed eyes shoot out across an iced filled landscape. Colours blend and shift and move into each other and I am lost in shades of grey. Reflective glass distorts my image, making real my inner self, deformed and twisted in rays of bending light. Another day lost in the mire of papers, the bleeping of screens, the dangling of phones and the intake of caffeinated pleasure with hot sauce dipped rice. Thoughts stray to simpler times of toenail contemplation and inner reflection lost in the race to click keys and stay ahead. My childhood is gone.