I'm a twin, but my other half never made it out alive. Now an imaginary sibling, shared existence, my fraternal... Read More
I'm a twin, but my other half never made it out alive. Now an imaginary sibling, shared existence, my fraternal twin and I compare scars in the Buick’s back seat, the vinyl sticky and strange to touch. We sought refuge in the chaos of our little lives, and as we grew, our intertwined fates became ever clearer as we slowly aged into manhood. Each healed flaw marked our hunger for more — more food, more booze, more thrills, more disdainful stares, echoing the resilience of our bond. Gemini, year-round, we were the embodiment of contradiction – hot and cold, up and down, fire and ice, a constant dance of opposites. Many taunted us with the notion of a ‘two for the price of one’ deal, blind to the complexities that lay beneath. Despite the risks, they were drawn to us, drawn to me – twin hearts locked internally in a single body. And in that shared turmoil, we found a strange sort of solace, a reminder that beauty can emerge even in the darkest chaos. And as we faced the world together, our bond remains unbreakable.
Image description: This softly blurred image captures two human-like forms seated side by side, their bodies visible from the chest up. No discernible facial features, hair, or eyes give them an almost mannequin-like appearance. However, despite their lack of distinct characteristics, a sense of humanity emanates from the figures, drawing the viewer in. They seem to be encased in a translucent material, perhaps nylon or plastic, resembling pink blobs against an eerie color palette of green, yellow, blue, and cyan. Soft, dark vertical lines intersect the image, adding to the mysterious atmosphere.
