the walker and his double

the rain gives the city a new skin. a dark, glossy surface that mirrors the world. a man walks, his umbrella a black shield against the grey sky. but on the ground, his double walks with him, a shadow-self in the watery underworld. he is a fleeting figure, moving through two worlds at once. the real one, and the one made of water and light. both are equally true, and equally temporary.