There's a corner in my hometown I often walk round, or past. I pass it in a bus or turn in a car on its sliproad. I've never eaten at or stopped at the stripmall there, and whenever I pass I feel that it should mean something. I can't remember one conversation that was ever going on with others when we walked passed it, even though there surely must have been many. It's like a mysery corner! I don't know why I can't remember anything surrounding it.