The Writer’s presence on the bus can be explained in a very few lines. He was on a journey of “self-discovery.” He was following the advice of his doctor, engaging in the same activities he used to before his memory loss had occurred. What he knew of himself at this point in time was what he’d gleaned from people professing to be close associates (yet, all the same, people he did not remember) and book editors he was told he’d worked with but did not remember working with. He was a novelist, he’d had scores of novels published, all wholly unfamiliar to him. He was a man of some financial means due to revenues from said books he did not remember writing. He’s been told further that he was a man very much alone in the world, very happy in that solitude, had no settled abode, and had spent mu
