“There is no there,” he said.

I must have looked the question at him.

He blew out cigarette smoke in a sigh. “If you spend all your time trying to get there, you’ll never be where you ought to be.”

“Which is?”

His expression was disdainful. He turned and walked away.

I couldn’t help but call out, “Where are you going?

A thick puff of smoke punctuated his reply. “A different here.”