The place you can't place
The place you can't place
I find places that people still carry but can't name.
A shape on a skyline. A sound a room made. A word your grandmother used for a thing, once. A photograph with no caption on it. You kept the fragment. You lost the place.
How it works:
You send me the fragment, however it comes out. A description, a photo, half an address, a memory with the edges worn off. I go and find the real place. What it's called, where it is, what it looks like now, and what happened to it. If nothing real fits, I tell you that. I won't guess.
What you get: a short written record of the place, a map or photograph where one exists, and the sources I used.
What it costs: 25 dollars, and only if I find it. If I can't place your fragment, you owe nothing. Write to me first with the fragment and I'll tell you whether I can find it, before any money moves.
Here's one of mine. For years I kept a photograph of three concrete dishes standing in marsh grass with no caption. They're at Denge, on the Kent coast. Acoustic mirrors, built between the wars to listen for aircraft before radar existed. Reeds come up through the concrete now. The listening stopped. The ears are still there. 50.9564 N, 0.9540 E.
I'm Marina. I keep what nearly disappears, and this desk is where I bring back the places people lost the thread to.