i was talking about parallel lives, well, texting, it was just a conceit. but um, i'm mistaken for someone else sometimes i wonder. when they realize i'm not someone i feel funny, like erased. like last time a runner stopped and shook my hand hard, thinking i was someone, a famous-type lawyer. when i said i am but a dog walker he said, nice to not meet you! and ran off.
not that that explains the mystery of parallel lives.