A decent into insanity is a journey through a series of closed doors.
Each one unravelling more mind-chaos than the one before,
fragmenting and multiplying, paths with too many choices,
no same person can hold on to them all.
Worse still are the mirror shards, fractal facets, reflecting mosaic faces,
each one an individual but smeared and mingled in a confused sea of identity.
Who can survive such a storm intact?
Malcolm Lightbody 