The shadows of a man’s life


Light from the street shines through my hotel room window at 3 a.m. at the San Benito Historic Inn in Half Moon Bay, Calif.

“I awoke to find myself alone in the wallpapered tourist room. The desolation seemed to have velocity. It hit so hard… I tried to keep from looking inward, but as Black Elk says, ‘Certain things among the shadows of a man’s life do not have to be remembered. They remember themselves.'” ~ William Least Heat-Moon

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