!vOrTeX! 12.05

We look into the mirror, look into the past, the lines that creep up and the creeps that line up, waiting to take a shot at our conscious self, searching for the weakness to exploit. Nobody knows when a cold wind will come to take them, just that we trust the warm breeze too much and it cannot be helped; carry my soul to a place in the past, is it any stronger now than it was then? And thus we unveil the last submission for 2005, continuing a theme of looking ten years back, and what a surprise, most of our guests are still around. A little worse for wear, perhaps, but you get what you get.