• confused Dazed and confused is the best way to describe my feelings in that alley... its a strange feeling when you don't know who you are. You feel hopeless, like your whole life has no meaning. The pain in my head had subsided and I felt something moving deep within the confines of my mind. It was a memory, all of the details were fogged, but I knew that I was at someone's birthday party. Then... as soon as the memory had arrived, it departed. "If you don't know who you are, then what are you going to do now?" The hobo inquired, removing his finger from his nose and ingesting its contents. "I have no idea," I replied, "What do people with amnesia do to recall their lives?" The hobo shrugged his shoulders, he reached for a small flask on his belt. "I guess you have to find objects or places that trigger your memory." He replies, taking a long sip from the flask. " Thank you for your concern. I say, covering my nose to keep from barfing at the foul odor of the homeless man. With that, I left that alley... to go find the pieces to the puzzle of my past.