Beer can
For most of the week of January 22, 2018 I walked past this empty beer can balanced on a roadside fence on Nakano dori near my apartment. It was there since the day after the Big Snow we had at the start of the week. Strange that it hadn't fallen or been blown down yet. Maybe someone stuck it there as a joke, glued it or froze it to the post it sat on. Every time I went out of the house I wondered if I would see it still there, and I sort of looked forward to seeing it. Seeing it still there inspired me with hope, as if its removal would diminish me somehow. Seeing it made it part of my life experience. To remove it would diminish my life experience and therefore diminish me.
Or not.
I admire durability, reliability, permanence.