In the artist’s dream; she found herself sitting on an examination table… she noticed the nurse in the room was not human. Instead, a faceless chrome figure. Aside from a little rolling table with instruments on top, the room was bare. As the steel caretaker raised a squiggly pipette, the dreamer raised her finger toward the rounded mirror where the face would be. As she made contact with the reflections, they distorted into the soft skin.
