doppelganger

I saw my doppelganger on the metro today. It was one of my future selves, maybe 20-25 years from now. That weak chin, the glasses, the absorption in the book he was reading with one hand, as he stood grasping the rail with his other. He was lean, wiry, with a skin that had seen a lot of sun. His wild shock off wavy hair was shot with gray, a sharp contrast to the gelled black hair all around.

This future Alec never left Mexico, he became absorbed into the city, isolated into himself and his books. He got off a few stops before mine. I do not think I will follow him.