New Orleans When You're Not In New Orleans

I ran into someone that I knew from New Orleans on the street today, and they asked me what there was to do around here, and I looked them in the eyes, and it was like we had both already died.

I realized then that this was the underworld, and that we were just shades here, doomed to persist in a monotonous half-existence until the end of time.

"There I saw one that I knew, and stopped him, crying Stetson!
You who were with me in the ships at Mylae!"

I will be in New Orleans in a week.