In the open

Timothy Donohue lives in a world we have seldom understood. He spends his days in missions and flophouses; daily labor offices and the work they provide; public libraries in which this and other manuscripts have been written; and many campsites in several states, including Minnesota, California, Nevada, and Hawaii. These campsites are neglected corners of out-of-the-way lots where Donohue pitches his small tent and keeps his belongings, or they are culverts or abandoned boxes and containers where his gear is stolen. Remarkably, his writings have somehow survived his bouts of self-destruction…