I existed: I, too, was in the world. And it wasn’t just that I existed, but I was and I would always be a double being, a being in search of his other half. I had a twin in every mirror, as though each were a glass cylinder where my clone lay in a vegetative state, to be galvanically reanimated whenever I stood in front. I was only whole when standing eye to eye with myself, as if I were the unseen one, although I was myself, and he the one seen, although he was not myself, and we were conjoined twins who shared a common organ: sight.
