There's one. My abstract counterpart over the concrete walls. Thinking this will make the others call me mad or terms such as "inconsistent" or "round the bend". I've tried hard enough to convince- to prove his validation in this genuine macrocosm.
I know him, physically and personally, breathing, circulating, consuming, talking, thinking - living as the same way I always do. And he knows that too, because he is my exact duplicate, no one else but my other self, a living reflexion. My living reflexion, in fact.
And I'll be expecting him once the odd-uniformed staff takes me away from this frigid room and bring me to him.
Soon enough, I think.
