Surangama

Nghiem writes that "we (he and I) are binary archetypes of human frailty." I write that we are like twins, not identical twins, but twins all the same.

If Nghiem and I met, would we have anything to say to each other? Or would I be too wary of him, and he of me, because we know too well the fear and risk of real exchange? And, maybe, questions would not need any answers, because we would know the answers already. He has a stray eye, like mine.