This is Art holding a Mirror up to Life. That’s why everything is exactly the wrong way around.
Wyrd SistersA vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.
Where The Dead Fear to TreadI had a dream that I had brown hair…I woke up and ran to the mirror…Phew! I’m still a blonde.
Dreaming is for lovers