| An alley in downtown San Francisco, the definite scent of death and loneliness
all around him and the promise of mystery before him. |
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He stands outside for a long time, watching the many travelers, the
little incidents, the repeated conversations. He must find a space of relationship,
a common ground, before he can go further. |
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| A shower of memories falls upon him. The present is
radiating too strongly and the past is beckoning with every car that passes. |
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Father |
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Diana |
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Brother |
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"Where am I now, where do I go when the past is gone?"
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He knocks at the door. |
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