I once met a man in a trench coat. He often slept in an alleyway adjacent to my old bus stop. This elderly man would tell me of the universe as I waited for the bus to arrive as I so often did. One day, a rainstorm came through and he was no longer there. I looked all around and later found him. He was in the mirror. I was him all along. I’m actually homeless. I don’t have a mirror. My life is a sham. My words are meaningless.
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