Better than buried treasure.

Of course I know what this flag actually means. But the beauty of signs lies in the way signifiers run away with themselves. And so I wonder:

If we were to dig under each of these orange flags--for there are many--what would we find? Could we create an archaeology of the telephone? Would we find the princesses gathered together, huddled like lost doves? Would the rotaries receive their own pride of place? Would there be bones of Celebrities and Coquettes, and would all those other models we do not remember lie as unmarked as our memories? Would the character phones be banished to some unhallowed grove?

Would all their ringing, chattering ghosts despise us forever?