Reflections

Write on behalf of your double who collides with the walls of life and bounces back into you through your words. He’s nothing without you, just as you’re nothing without him. Nor are they your words in those rare moments when the two of you merge and the ungrammatical ‘I’ is born and dies in the same instant. Twinned image, Narcissus transcending his reflection for a moment: his sentence. So go on, fail as well as you can. God, or the devil, will do the rest.