where are you going, where have you been

This morning in the bakery I ran into a man from New Orleans, "vacationing" here before he's allowed back in. I knew him fourteen years ago.

He asks what it's like to live here, says he lived here years ago and found it terrifically lonely. It's a nice town to walk around, but you have to have someone to walk around with.

Slept in a strange room last night. Woke up a man I don't know to ask what the word is for when you have the physical sensation of being displaced.

Disoriented? He said and rolled over.

I still don't know how to do things in real time. Maybe there is someone out there who's not afraid.