Friday, June 18, 2021


This morning is garbage day. Deep in the night, on the highway past our backyard, machines are banging away at I-5, opening a way for salmon to swim under the highway. The wind always blows on garbage day. At 4 AM, we had to close the window. A tin can kept rattling back and forth beside the curb. If anyone would appreciate that sound, it would be John Cage. He would be lying down in the grass, making a field recording, capturing it on a spool of tape labeled “Tin Can Sleep Interruption.”

1 comment:

  1. Can you be certain it wasn't Tony, trying to lick the last morsels of tuna from a recycled can?