Closed Circuit

I was on a run through the cornfields of my hometown when my foot crunched against something. I snapped out of whatever daydream and looked down. My running shoe had folded a beer can into itself. The can was deeply familiar. Because I had designed it.

From my computer, to a printing company, to a beer canning line, to store, to drinker, back to me. In this cornfield. A little message in a bottle I had sent to myself.

“Don’t forget to recycle!”