It still looked a lot like you.
Well to me at least, it seemed like a twin that could act like I could, but not like I could. And yet, it could still remember what I’d forgotten, and can perform and look a way I used to. It’s hard to describe.
It seems like you’re having a crisis with yourself. You know yourself best.
No, it’s more like a paradox of real and fake, and natural and artificial, and so much thought it doesn’t make sense.