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I feel like I'm cheating. Two of my hobbies (motorcycling and hiking) involve getting hopelessly lost.

Somewhere in Utah
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Somewhere in Montana
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Somewhere in the Bahamas
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This is the French Broad River in Western North Carolina, but that's all I can tell you
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Darn it! Missed one:

Somewhere near Fort Loudoun, TN
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Seriously? A place in my mind. A bright white place. A place akin to nirvana. A place where my brain is still working, I'm experiencing time, but I am blissfully happy. And no thought, the absence of thought. Just being. Pure peace and happiness.

But since I am no longer shooting heroin I will never find this place again. As I will never OD on dope again.

Theophile, I'm about 95% sure I lived on the street in Venice in your second photo -- it's one of the only ones in the city with sidewalks on both sides of the canals. If you want to know where it is so that you can find it again one day, lemme know. (I could of course be wrong, so no guarantees. And if you email me rather than respond in thread, please let me know in thread, as I don't check that email address very often!)