A single tear runs down my cheek, splitting my face into two unequal portions. My skin rolls back, revealing bloody flesh and muscle, now the muscle tears just the same way, bone.

I watch these events (and my face) unfold in the mirror before me. This whole room is made entirely of mirrors, or it's a normal room that was painted with some kind of mirroring paint. Does that exist? It'd have to be basically liquid glass that you splash on before it melts the paintbrush, right? Glad I don't have that job.

Glad I don't have any job.

Now my skull is partly transparent, sort of a haze barely obscuring the image of my brain. O! What a purty thing, it. So bumpy, so.... pulsating. Just like mom used to make. I can even see inside the brain itself, not just the surface.

I focus on the frontal lobe, tracing the wrinkles with my gaze. Crossing my eyes slightly, like you do when you look at one of those magic-eye hidden image things, I see deeper inside to the medulla oblongata, pons, limbic system. Wait, what's that? A tiny flicker, a spark, appears near the left as the names of each of these brain parts pops into my.... head. Oh, I get it.

Seems like I've been analysing my own brain for hours now. It's fascinating, really.... every time I look at a different part, a different part lights up, drawing my eyes there, then again, and again. It's a hypnotising game of chase-your-own-tail, but I can't shake the thought that it's a tail worth chasing.

I love-a chasin tail

Suddenly my line of sight is yanked downward, without asking my permission first. My right hand is clenched, apparently so hard the fingers have gone through my palm and come out the other side. But I feel no pain; now that I think about it, I don't feel anything, really....

Did I accidentally turn off some kind of switch in my brain? Maybe the bizarre conscious-of-being-conscious mind loop I made did something it shouldn't have (or should have?) But now I'm aware of the situation, so I should be able to control it. That's how you solve problems caused by your own brain, you sort of shove your brain's nose in it like a dog who pooed the rug, to teach it a lesson.

Alright, that should do it. I'll just test to make sure, a little pinch on the arm

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