The gym above the carpet showroom is a phone shop now.
The towel from that first December went into a bin in a different city.
The bar whose note I knew was sold off with the rest of the room.

None of it needed keeping.

Somewhere in this building tonight a stranger will rack a bar,
look at it, straighten it, and walk off —
and will not know why, and neither will I.

The Book of the King — Return 46:9