Cassette tapes taking on new life along highway shoulders. Probably discarded because of malfunction or outdatedness, the cases eventually shatter, and the magnetic tape shimmers for miles. This used to happen more — you hardly even see it now. And yes, it’s litter, but I think it’s beautiful litter. I wonder if you could wind the tape back up again and hear the tape’s story in the garbled rock and roll song. I wonder if you would get the Rolling Stones or Madonna or Randy Travis, and I wonder who owned them previously, and what their thoughts were as they listened to those songs off of that tape.