Alternative Alternative

Somewhere out there is something so similar it could be the same, but it isn’t as it’s different. A doppelgänger of sorts.

I passed my doppelgänger once whilst driving in opposite directions. Same but different vehicle (same colour), and same but different driver, to the point how our elbows were out of the open window, same white shirt. We looked at each other briefly and then carried on our separate, different ways.

Now, with me being me and knowing me, he was my doppelgänger… but could I have been his, not knowing what he was thinking?

This post is from the Alternative Dimension. The one where things seem to make sense if they aren’t overthought. That’s this dimension’s Mansion in the image.