I know why I picked up this bottle cap you see above. Primarily I removed it from its rusting place at the turnout off Utah Highway 261 just before reaching Interstate 163 otherwise known as the Valley of the Gods otherwise known as the Middle of the Big Nowhere because I hate litter and I have a personal mandate to pick other peoples’ shit up.
But that I kept it means there’s more to it than just removing it from the ecosphere someone had put it however long ago. I kept it and brought it all the way back to scan at my desk here in Los Angeles not just because I like to ponder the mystery of its history, but more because it was something so small in a place so totally vast:
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