Paradoxical Being

Introduction (unfinished)

Who is this body that stares at its flesh in a mirror and curses its own existence, when the mountains of skin and bone are wholly self-inflicted, the only creature liable for its current subsistence in life lying behind its own weary eyes? The heart beating within its chest is feeble and weak, metaphorically speaking. If only that was literal, it screams, for what better excuse to die than an unfeigned glitch on a screen? No, the torment roils undetectable and malicious, within the contours of its own mind.