If you have at least two versions of yourself within, you’ll understand. Instructions are risky. But try all the same setting up a schedule for yourself so as to be able to complete something of worth, finally: then watch as the other version starts smashing it to pieces with snide remarks and fists the size of wrecking balls. One version resides within a secure compound while the other gives orders from a teeming favela. One version stays up all night in the city wandering the streets while the other is convinced it derives from a mixture of Irish Catholic peasant stock and Protestant aristocracy. No one’s right. Flip a coin. Who would you like to be today? Guess who might show up. Go on, guess. Really, try to make light of it all. It’s all over in a flash anyway.