It has been about four days of sitting on banana peels that should have been composted. Now I am ready. I only vaguely remember how to lift the trash lid back up. I am making the trip. Sharp and cold winter air slices into my nostrils. I close the lid. My vison is completely green from the light. This is remarkable because I forgot about light and seeing altogether.
Sound is the only thing that seems to penetrate the metal of my capsule. Someone driving past is blaring that Elvis song "Blue Christmas." I think it is dusk since the cries of the crows are present. The furnace of the building behind me growls defending its inhabitants. Some of the plastic bags in the other trash cans are flapping since it is windy. My favorite sound of all is the bag of chips that someone is eating out of around the corner.
Come on over here into the alley.
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