A rewrite of something that recently appeared on my other blog
One morning, Ben woke up convinced he was a spy.
Perhaps he'd been dreaming about being a spy, and in a few hours he'd realise how silly he was to believe it. But during the day Ben felt more and more certain that for years he had been working for a secret organisation. A secret orgnisation he knew nothing about.Evidentally, he had been so succesful in splitting himslef into two (maybe more) self contained compartments that the different bits no longer talked to each other. It's highly likely Ben was in fact spying on himself; he wouldn't know anything about it, except for a few supicious things that happened now and again. For example, why did the take the Northern Line to Colindale the other morning? Or get drunk in Clydebank? (thought that could have been a dream).
And was Ben spying for someone at this very moment? Is he me, under another name?
