“...the erotica of misery. [...] The desire that comes with being a child taken advantage of. [...] I am not trying to talk about metaphor. I am not trying to talk about mirrors. Only that through the looking glass there is a little girl about five or seven, holding her fear like the snake in the cradle but brandishing her snake bite nonetheless; in the coming years the venom will petrify her heart. [...] She is naked. I mean not to fetishize my own horror story, but this is the version of the past that hides under the covers. I mean to talk about mirrors. She is naked, and unashamed of this nakedness, because she has not yet learned…”