“You have such an interesting accent. Where are you from?”

“Maza, North Dakota. It’s a town out in the middle of nowhere.”

“You don’t sound like you’re from North Dakota, though.”

“Well, the middle of nowhere isn’t exactly in North Dakota- in fact, it’s not really anywhere at all. Hence the name. Most small towns are just on nowhere’s edge, but Maza is different. While I was a senior in high school, the borders of nowhere overflowed their banks, and we found ourselves stranded outside of objective reality for several months.”

“Outside of reality? But wait. The town did eventually come back?”

“It may have, but not to my knowledge. That’s just when I graduated and left, but the town is still out there somewhere.”


She sighed. “I guess nowhere is somewhere when you’re from there.”

Nowhere is indeed somewhere.

It's easy to end up in such a place if you take a wrong turn at Albuquerque.

Nowhere is bordered by the end of the world.