"I woke up and the sky was reddening; and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of them all, when I didn't know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel room I'd never seen, hearing the hiss of steam outside, and the creek of the old wood in the hotel, the footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I looked at the high cracked ceiling and reall didn't know who I was for about fifteen seconds. I wasn't scared; I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life was a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was halfway across America, at the dividing line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that's why it happened right there and then, that strange red afternoon." Jack Kerouac from On The Road