When the mask observes itself, the mirror-clear complexity of the self becomes apparent. The previous serenity of the surface is violently disrupted, revealing a glyphic topography of depressions: lines, creases, furrows and ridges observed under a cold critical light. In this tortuous reticulation of reality, a sense of nausea is apprehended. Then the self, now tragically no longer the simple 'I', discovers that its mask is revealed as a semblance of suffering.