Voyage de Recherché d’un Domicile

Sizenov Alexander - Voyage de Recherché d’un Domicile The hotel bathroom was a chilling scene. The cold tiles, as insensitive as the icy demeanor he once wore, served as a stage for the grotesque theater of someone’s defeat. The hands that were once masterfully manipulated to satisfy the demands of life have now turned into bloody spectacles, as the shards of broken glass have brought merciless criticism into their dialogue. Their once elastic surface was now torn apart, an eerie parody of the well-trodden roads that he had once walked without fear, now manifested itself in physical evidence of the unintended journey that his life had become. A broken mirror lay prostrate at his feet, a former confidant who had become a traitor in his revelation. Each shattered shard responded with a dull ringing, sickeningly rhythmic serenade, contrasting with the stuffy atmosphere of the room. This terrible chorus was a reminder of naivety, an egocentric mirror in which his reflection once was no