He combed his hair meditatively in front of the mirror without

 He combed his hair meditatively in front of the mirror without even considering which image to choose among those that the others had on their heads. Faces out! So, as if nothing. As if they didn't mean anything. When at last, over the long years, he understood, he no longer had any images or hair left. From that day on, he was looking for them in each shop window in which he found himself with the look of the toupee on the synthetic mannequin, a cold face, immobile eyes, a slow body expression accompanied by a smile in the absence of teeth.

Autobiographies. Write en miroir. Palimpseste sur painting. Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.