“Immersion” published in Clarkesworld
…f I succeeded or fell flat on my face; if you have a minute to read it and comment, I would love feedback on how it strikes you. In the morning, you’re no longer quite sure who you are. You stand in front of the mirror—it shifts and trembles, reflecting only what you want to see—eyes that feel too wide, skin that feels too pale, an odd, distant smell wafting from the compartment’s ambient system that is neither incense nor garlic, but something el…