Byxbee's lungs are situated immediately underneath this metal lid-—at least the breathing emanates from here.
A few years ago, you had to listen carefully for the long-drawn-out, despondent sigh it cast upon the air every two minutes or so. On a more recent visit in 2005, the garbage breathed almost in synch with myself, a little stertorously perhaps, as if suffering from some minor pulmonary obstruction. Maybe it’s hard on the lungs out here.