I am slightly pertubed by the fact that not a single person amongst you has met a physically identical person to someone else. There is always the possibility that I have deluded myself into seeing something which wasn't there -- the first two times occuring in a quite drunken state and all -- however, I should be one of the few people who knows my brother the best. And there were so many times I questioned this fact while it occurred, and looked more closely upon this evil twin of his as a result, that the drunken me exhausted every other possibility to the fact that it's a wondrous, marvelous, not-so-unique world of body doubles. And after I had regained my wits after the involuntary black out, with my beautiful Fiennes wannabe, I spent the best part of our remaining time together, looking at his face, searching for imperfections and flaws that might differintiate him from the real Fiennes. This was the time after I had seen Spider, which, even though I had never seen Fiennes as a handsome man previously, completely sold me on him. There's something very compelling about a man who can demonstrate such vulnerability, I thought then, and he joined a select, few people on celluloid who could produce a slightly faster heartbeat. Given the uncertainities that might creep up on the first two encounters, there is just no way I can claim the same for the third ... I was deadly sober and felt the ground devouring me as I met the impossible again.
Perhaps these crazy encounters, and there have been plenty in my life, are for the ones who have opened up their minds accordingly to the absurd and fantastic.
Dunno. |
