Well... I'd say the picture speaks for itself, and it does, but... even longtime wanderers in my imaginal realm, well-versed in the strange tongues of its sundry folk, might yet misunderstand.

What I'm saying is, though there's a little bit of everything here, it's not all necessarily an eye-popping, hallucinogenic carnival procession.

It's where rusted roadside attractions go resolve to their constituent elements, and where I pay the guy with the big truck and closed mouth to take what I don't have room for anymore.

It's that one drawer in your kitchen that's got everything in it you don't have another place for.

Yes, there's twine, dried-up pens, nails, and all kinds of crumbs, but there's also a gold coin or two.

I'll let you sort them out.

Watch your fingers -- there might be sharp stuff in here, too.