this is sam's camp, or was. the day before his stuff was covered in plastic and someone had staked it down with sticks and a note saying his fish was ready, but i was thinking this will all be cleared away any day now. and then it was. they left his bike and his sleeping bag, and no sign of sam. last time i saw him he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his person, like his site, was growing more disheveled. today his sleeping bag was gone and his bike was laying a picnic table with a flattened box on top and a cushion on the bench. and no sign of sam.