Reflection. Oslo.

He stands, looking at himself.  No expression.  No emotion.  He faces his reflection bearing the brunt of his courage.  He is unable to pull away.  He stays and stares.  Punishing accusation.  His armour begins to fall apart, piece by piece.  Emotions seep in.  Disgust.  Distaste.  Despair.  Expression remains intact, ‘show yourself to no one.’  He stands, looking at himself as others pass him by.  No expression.  No emotion.  His body slumps, with anger.  Eyes sear eyes with a rising insanity.  “Who are you?”  He silently demands, “Who?”