It’s intriguing to think that each of us may have a doppelganger somewhere: another human whose physical appearance is indistinguishable from our own.
Fascinating as it may be, the chances of ever coming face to face with our ‘other self’ are slight.
On those rare occasions that such confrontations do take place however, the media is quick to pick up the story.
Read one of them here.
A child with bucket, spade and cap,
on muddy sea-side sand, at one
with earth and sky, his world a game
played on and on, each day the same,
each hour chock-full of newness, fun,
his childish mind an undrawn map,
he squats to dig, untiringly,
through the earth’s core, a tunnel wide
into its fiery crust and out
to Australia. He has no doubt:
his mother said, the other side,
if he digs on, is where he’ll be.
His adult self, two decades on,
looks in a mirror, sees a face
like his, but with a stranger’s eyes.
Across the world a stranger sighs.
Two images that interlace
but never meet, merge into one.
For a 'Royal' Doppelganger click here.