I would read a story about a fox who has a very small fox floating over its head. It’s unclear whether or not the larger fox is aware of the smaller one. Or if one has manifested the other. The fox (large) raids nests for eggs that are too large for the fox (small) to consume. In the rain, the small fox opens an umbrella that keeps it and the large fox’s head dry. When the large fox shakes the water from its body, the small fox gets wet, anyway. The small fox flicks the white tip of its tail through the edges of the large fox’s visual field. The tip appears as an artifact, as if the large fox has just rubbed its eyes with its thumbs. The small fox smells exactly like the large fox. This is essential. They are definitely different foxes, though. One day the large fox enters the city at night and walks the sidewalks. In the polished windows of a bodega, it finally sees itself, and there over it, the small fox. This explains so much, think the foxes, both of them at the same time.