Double, Triple…

Isn’t this, what is external – beyond myself – that is alien, different, isn’t it, surpisingly, the same as the internal, which is close and personal? Could the faces, innumerable face I pass every day, could they have belonged to me one day? Or are they going to be mine? Such a strange feeling: you are one (multi)person, you are ceaseless change, you are…
K.W.