Albums are arranged alphabetically in a box in the attic because the turntable got extinct. Cassettes are in the truck because it doesn't have a CD player. The other cassettes are under the tape deck in the living room, but only some of them are in their original plastic box. CD's are behind them on the same shelf, or squeezed beside the DVD player, or in the van, either in the center console or in the cheap vinyl CD holder with the fall-out-twist-sideways plastic sleeves, or in the CD rack beside the stereo in the living room or the ones my daughter likes might be in her car, or on her desk or on her floor or the ones my son likes might be in his truck or at his house or at his friends' house but there are a few right here in the shelf of my computer desk, but oh damn it's just the empty case.