It did feel as if time shuddered as I saw another young woman in a small movie theater in Hyannis who looked exactly like me.
At twenty I had spent more time looking at aspects of my face than searching for glimpses of my soul. There was no doubt, however, that I saw myself in her face, and from her quick response, I knew she had seen herself in a mirror. She sat back, slunk down in her seat and hid behind the shoulder of the man next to her. When I left the theater I looked for her but she was gone. What would we have said to each other anyway?
A lot like dwelling on the details of our own eventual death, even though we’ve been told to be on the lookout for our twin somewhere in the world, it remains an unsettling desire. There just are so many faces to go around. Did she leave the Cape as I did? What about happiness and longevity? I only know what twists and turns my life took. I only know my own name.
Sunday Scribblings prompted us to write about the ever-present name tag, "hi, my name is..."