Coming from elsewhere?

Photo by Seila Fernández Arconada

"Something is hiding in the air between me and the evening sunlight on the shopfronts opposite. I wait upon it. The air, the moment, has become - what? a waiting? an asking?
For an instant I think I have it: a word. Can I read it? A name? My name, even No, not a word, a feeling. Familiar as my coat, as my skin. But coming from another direction, seen from another point of view; that's why I didn't recognize it - my sense of myself, my own existence - but coming from elsewhere?".

"The identicals" short story by Tim Robinson.
Sourced from Tim Robinson's archives at NUI Galway (consulted on 1st of March 2017).