Myles Morgan Bailey

Zebra City (ongoing)

“I woke up as the sun was reddening: and that was the one distinct time in my life, the strangest moment of all, when I didn’t know who I was - I was far away from home, haunted and tired with travel, in a cheap hotel I’d never seen, hearing the hiss of of steam outside, and the creak of the old wood of the hotel, and footsteps upstairs, and all the sad sounds, and I look at the cracked high ceiling and really didn’t know who I was for about fifteen strange seconds. I wasn’t scared I was just somebody else, some stranger, and my whole life as a haunted life, the life of a ghost. I was half-way across America, at the diving line between the East of my youth and the West of my future, and maybe that’s why it happened right there and the, that strange red afternoon.”

“I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.”

– Jack Kerouac, On The Road, 1957

While trying to understand my mixed race heritage, my foundations of who I knew myself to be were completely shattered. For a long time I’ve struggled with my mental health & perception of self - now at a crucial point, I find myself having to make hard decisions that will determine what kind of man I want to be.

Zebra City is the uncomfortable place between the known & unknown. While some things feel familiar, life becomes evermore tense & unclear. The photographs collated here are what could’ve been, what was and what is.