Well that’s weird. While pathetically searching for myself, I found a me that was not me. It’s a bit of a surreal experience to see your name associated with a Life that isn’t yours. It’s as if there’s some sinister doppelganger masquerading as you, and wearing your clothes.
- Erica on wheels
- Erica on mortality creeping in
- Ingrid on begas raby begas
- me on the road medium traveled
- Bill W on the road medium traveled