Life, Death, and Motorcycles

A cacophony of sounds. Quick images, hard to decypher. What is that? Forest. Jungle. Narrow roads. An old woman smiles. Something is wrong. I was somewhere, doing something. I was excited about it. Why can’t I put it all together? Suddenly I snap to, deep breath in. An old man squats in front of me, looking me in the eyes. He’s worried. I am sitting on the side of a narrow road, deep in a jungle somewhere. There is only the man. No other people, no buildings. “Where am I?” I ask. “What happened?...

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