—are plotted along the photos like aggravating stop signs along an empty country road,. They force us to pause, look, and consider. The trigger our collective memory and compel us to ask: Why these objects? Why together? Why like this? It’s as if the photographs of Andrew B. Myers’s is where objects we are finished with go to die. Wether they are technologically obsolete like a rotary telephone, or simply ignorable when not in use, like a roll of toilet paper, Myers’ reminds us these objects exist whether we think of them or not. They exist physically when we’re done using them, and their residue persists in subconscious collective memories. They are Myers’ attempts at roadmaps, to make sense of the mess of ephemera that persists inside our minds.