The curio shop of memory . . .

Your memory is a shop of old goods, both true antiques and cheap junk. It stands in a narrow passage the sun has never seen, a crooked alley off a series of crescents and side streets, far off the traveled road. This main road, by the way, is a substantial thoroughfare, set east to west, reasonably sunny, but resolutely one-way. You have to battle your way back through the oncoming traffic of your life to find your shop of memories but, strangely, no matter how far you travel on your road...