no place

It was funny. But he really thought he'd rather be no place than the place where he was. And maybe he was right to wish it; after all, life was unkind, people - blind, and there was no one around who even pretended they understood. Well, maybe they pretended. But usually that meant they wanted something from him.

The year after all the hullabaloo, he found himself at sea. And he wondered if maybe, just maybe, he'd made it to no place.

He hadn't.

It wasn't until quite a bit later that he found No Place. At which point, he found he was No One and that the world was empty... for a moment. But the funny thing about empty is that it is often the beginning of filling up. The thing about nothing is that it permits the presence of something. No place was the place to start.
No place was exactly where he was for that moment. And no place was all right.