·junkyard· The remaining sum looked so burnished. They pile things up here to outfit museums. One can adjust to describe memorabilia. But do not attempt to lose anything; it is not that sort of a place. It's more archive than trash heap. The curator, you see, he understands whereabouts. Ask after the cantaloupe girl. He will provide his diagnosis. (And if you find her, please tell her my favorite song was the red one; it was a location I could call comfortable.) It should be easy to find across metal glass letters records.