Yes, thought Eddie, he was looking at himself. Scribbling in his notepad, the man appeared odd and solitary, cursed with a life of long, vacant days, too much time to think and peculiar little habits. He was Eddie, manifest in all his absurdity and aimlessness. He was Eddie, standing there among the idiotic relics of the past. He was another Eddie, brought into being for no reason he--the first Eddie--could discern.
From Phantom Drift 5: Navigating the Slipstream. Available for purchase here.