Also called Janiceps, you and your twin have separate bodies, but a merged head with a face on each side, to which each twin contributes half.


You rely on yourself. Who else will always have a shoulder you can cry on? However, it is not always clear whether, as you lean on yourself, you are keeping yourself from falling, or from getting where you want to go. You have eyes on the back of your head, they say. Indeed, you do always seem to be looking in two directions at once, both into the past, and into the future. Both seem clear enough. It is the present that confuses you; when you direct your attention at it, you always formulate two completely opposite points of view. Sadly, living must take place in the present, and the present is hard for you, so hard that you are probably not reading this now. Let us hope that you read it, long ago, when it lay in your distant future, or will read it in some future whose past this occupies. Your literary form is the paradox.

You are related to...
These nameless female twins, who lived only briefly in the womb, many years ago