ANYWHERE COULD BE SOMEWHERE

I might have come from the high country, or maybe the low country, I dont recall which. I might have come from the city, but what city in what country is beyond me. I might have come from the outskirts of a city from which others have come or maybe a city from which only I have come. Who’s to know? Who’s to decide if it rained or the sun was out? Who’s to remember? They say things are happening at the border, but nobody knows which border. They mention a hotel where it doesn’t matter if you’ve forgotten your suitcase; there’ll be another one waiting, big enough, and just for you.