I must admit i dont know a lot of anecdotes, but there’s the classic motel/truck-stop in New Mexico or Arizona (i think its one of those states) called: “The little Alee-inn” or something like that.
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C-Space, The Net… All names for places that do not exist. Do we? I exist in the space of the minds of those around me, as they too, exist in mine. A self-recursive sub-rutine, that never reaches count zero. Do we exist? Don’t ask me… I’m all in your head.