A few of these artifacts no longer stand where they once stood. They’re removal from the visual space in which they inhabited is being made way for new establishments, a deconstruction of the assemblage that made up the place as it once existed. The history of the motels and diners reside in stories, but the memories associated with these places are held in the experience of those who once walked through their doors. The experience of the last cup of coffee or the final impression in a motel pillow, cannot be communicated by mindlessly driving by them. I was not attracted to these places because they are breaking down, but that they once were a place with purpose no matter how simple.