"What's it like to be a twin? I shared wombtime with someone else, which might explain my love of open spaces, and my tendency to live in cramped ones (more on this trend later). Unlike many other people Ihave no problem spending hour on end - even days in succession - by myself. Sometimes I think I can remember what it was like to be in utero, locked inside my mother's swampy trunk, nothing to do but listen to the outside world, grow, and wait for birth, my brother there beside me like a shadow, and explanation for the darkness that would so soon come to light; I reached for life and swam, elbowed my way past him to the delivery room, only to be confused by what I found there. Why so many faces? Who turned on the bright lights? My first cry must have given voice to more than shock, or fear, or a newborn's mad confusion; perhaps to careful ears there was also a hint of sadness over what I'd left behindm and a contradictory delight; after all, I had abandoned the comforts of our sleepy home, the prodigal son, born into all the love and expectations of real life."
- Benjamin Anastas, An Underachiever's Diary