Flea Market

This morning I was spending time at a flea market of sorts- the buildings looked as if they had come out of an old western movie slash chinatown environment... As I rifled through the old piles of junk I kept finding belongings with the names of my old classmates from high school on them. One was a jewelry chest full of all sorts of beads, one was a small purse with an embroidered name, a pair of glasses, a backpack with lots of buttons on it... I recall having armfuls of stuff that I wanted to take with me but I soon was out of space in my arms to take everything...