As I walked down the driveway I could feel the ethereal excitement, Elvis fans pushed by me, walking in a hurry to be the first inside the home of the King. The embodiment of the archetypal success story, Graceland, is the symbol of the Golden Age of America, a time when everything truly was possible. A unique time capsule, Graceland at its core is a medium for memory and its magnetism undeniable. This is where the evidence of a fictional reality remains vacuum-sealed for our enjoyment. Graceland has become a symbolic representation, a timeless place for the imperishable American Dream, it is the place where it all began and where some of it…ended. Elvis is dead, but we are not. We are the lonely and we gather at Graceland to mourn our youth so that in public we can mask the defeat.