With a strange truth in it; it may not be my truth, but a truth nevertheless. Here is one:
I was about seventeen and made lonely and strange by that Pacific Northwest of so many years ago, that dark, rainy land of 1952. I'm thirty-one now and I still can't figure out what I meant by living the way I did in those days.
(Richard Brautigan, "1/3, 1/3, 1/3")
