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Mason touching a mirror, Sai Wan, Hong Kong, November 2014

The Outsider by H. P. Lovecraft:
For although nepenthe has calmed me, I know always that I am an outsider; a stranger in this century and among those who are still men. This I have known ever since I stretched out my fingers to the abomination within that great gilded frame; stretched out my fingers and touched a cold and unyielding surface of polished glass.

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