Listen to the rain falling, a welcome sound. There is hope that this will cool the morning, but this is only a hope, it is nothing definite. The mattress on the floor of the barely finished room offers minimal comfort. The room has a large print advertising a Van Gogh exhibition in the 1990's on the wall, a colourful surface on a white surface.
The rooms renovation had been begun with high hopes of an early conclusion, but a combination of apparent disinterest and inability to find craftsmen dashed the hopes two years ago. Now they serve as a peaceful refuge from the familiar chaos in the remainder of the house. There is an attempt to civilise things, but somehow it is all doomed to failure. It is becoming hard to blame others, the one to be met in the mirror must be at fault. He is alone in his mirror, and can find no way out of the space depicted there.
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