We walk along the same streets every day: sometimes we rush to our workplace with a half-eaten sandwich in hand, sometimes we stroll admiring the uncharacteristically good weather, sometimes we stagger with the whole weight of our problems trying to pin us to the ground. We’ve traveled down these sidewalks so much they become Möbius strips. Random people we see on the way turn out to be iterations of ourselves, mixed together in this self-sufficient loop of a street where we are sure to find our doppelgangers.