A man stares into an icy reflection. What looks back is an expression. It’s one of pain, love, liquor, and Disco!

They’ve caught up with him again. Never as far as the bottle or a chilly hostel mirror. The truces, tricks, and tequila sunsets have only caused more pain.

His face isn’t his. The man across the barrier cuts his mind. A million tiny frigid fragments that are never coming together again.

Trying to pick up the pieces makes his fingers bleed. Each one a reminder of another million failures.

Their cold hands reach out to pull him in again, but he steps back. The next life awaits. This one with fewer mistakes.