You have taken a wrong turn (probably at Albuquerque) and ended up here.
An abandoned cemetery.
The cemetery is the resting place for my idealism and hope for the future. It's not like I will be needing those any time soon.
There are other things here as well. Ghosts of memories of stuff I may have found online and liked enough to salvage before it faded away forever.
Nostalgia is a drug. My drug of choice anyway. I suppose it is because my life used to be better than it is now and I long to escape back to a simpler and happier time.