Today my attention span is only 23 inches.

I have a can of Campbell’s Condensed Tomato Soup on my desk. Years ago my friend S slipped it into my apartment and left it sitting on a shelf. For a while, every time she’d visit she would move the can when I wasn’t looking. It would turn up just about everywhere but the kitchen. Eventually it landed on my desk, where it makes its own kind of sense.

S and another friend used to play a more extreme version of this game with a can of creamed corn - hiding highlights include under a futon mattress and inside a box of laundry soap - but, alas, that can is gone, lost forever when S had to throw out a diseased potted plant. The poor little can of creamed corn was buried in the soil.