Leo 3. Walking down the street, a man passes his double.
Walking down the street I saw myself ignoring myself. The other me glanced at me quickly and hurried away, fearing, probably, that I’d ask him some too personal question that would make him uncomfortable, or criticize his clothing, which would have been strange, since it was identical to my own.
I might stalk myself, and finding out where I live, wait until I might catch myself coming or going. I wish he wouldn’t fear me so – I only want to ask if he remembers me from the past.