You give it a name. This time it is New Orleans. But it is not New Orleans. What is this place? Why is it so familiar? Where do the memories of it come from? Why are old friends here? What is the occasion that brings so many people to this particular place at this particular time? What are they all doing in the street? Is it a carnival? fair? concert? festival? party? reception? What am I looking for? Why do I keep walking around, exploring this place? Why does it concern me that it has changed so much? Why does it seem so far away from everything else? Why, when I wake, does it take me so damn long to recognize my room?