René, you're a man with a fork in a world of soup.

The furies are at home in the mirror; it is their address. Even the clearest water, if deep enough can drown.

If ther ever was such a thing as an ugly kid, then this is it. He's almost exquisite in his ugliness. Like a gremlin.

It's only that one spot you need armoured too - the one the bullet hits.

Mirror: A mirror hangs above a bent and broken sink. In a fierce discharge of masculine energy, someone has ripped half of the faucet off.

Conceptualization: Was this not the same elan that founds empires and lays waste to cities, virile, uncaring towards the little things?