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Kovi drifts down the street, asking all he meets "Don't you know me from somewhere?" But no one hears. And he's back in his cell, blending into the wall, wondering if he's really there.

And time goes by like the man passing lonely on the city street -- no one blinks an eye. Movement is inevitable. Irrelevant.

Stopping at a mirror, he has no reflection. He rushes to a meeting. No one expects him. People stare at his hands. They know, but none can speak. Nothing is shocking. He fades into the floor.

Look at me.