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i woke up as the sun was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when i didn’t know who i was- i was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room i’d never seen hearing the hiss of the steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and the footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and i looked at the cracked high ceiling and i really didn’t know who i was for about 15 strange seconds. i wasn’t scared; i was just somebody else. some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life between the east of my youth and the west of my future , and maybe that’s why it happened right there and then, the strange red afternoon.
-on the road
-on the road