cairo
Nowhere, nowhere, nowhere, says Jack, pointing to where we were, pointing to a house, a church, a distant tree. He asked me where we were, and I told him nowhere. He repeats, nowhere, nowhere, nowhere. In America, on an unmarked road, a man drives his car from a place he can't remember towards a place he's never been. Jill is singing to herself in the rearview, crooning out of tune. A screaming bunch of teenagers go by in a van covered solid with bumper stickers. I try to read them all, can't read any. They know where they're going, judging by their speed, fast. Nowhere, says Jack.
move on...