I am the me that is there: genre undetermined

I am the me that is there that is the me that I am and if you want to know me, you'll have to find where I am. He stared at the printed note in his hand. It wasn't a fortune cookie, it wasn't a threat, and it wasn't a love note--he thought. If it was a love note, he rather didn't want to get involved with whoever had sent it, because--she?--sounded crazy. Part of him thought the note was intriguing and the gender or nature or even existence of the creature that had sent it didn't matter, that all he needed was to follow that path back to the source and find out what it meant--or find out what sent it, which would mean that he'd have to find out where it was, because--

Inspiration: Chad posting a link to the Google map of where he was.
Story Potential: Medium.
Notes: Vaguely interesting, but nothing I feel compelled to pursue.