Ok, another image that was not accepted by the mirror project. It is seemingly not me, and no, there is not a camera in sight. But hey, it is a mirror, and it is a part of me. It is my Hand, dressed up as a handpuppet, in the bathroom of flight SQ26 from JFK to Frankfurt/Main, sometime in by the end of November 2001. A roll is not a bomb, and the knife I used to cut the smile on the roll was made out of plastic.

I somehow understand that the mirror project did not accept this one.
Ok, now I really need to sleep. Good night.