I saw myself in a piece of glass that wasn’t a mirror. Was that my doppelganger or my clone? Who was that? Who am I? Maybe if I hadn’t been acting like a reverse Peeping...

My doppelganger wraps the ear in a handkerchief and shoves it into his pocket as he leaves the train with a nod of his head in my direction.”William Wilson in the short story ‘Metro’ by...

If natural selection can create creationists it can manage a caterpillar with a face on its arse.

I may look like someone you know. I resemble an apple pie.