Perhaps the most extensive phonographic essay on my barely functioning apartment back at Brannon and Chippewa is "Cavern Of Tile". This longform piece was composed using glurp (or "water") sounds harvested exclusively from this location.
It's interesting that many who should most conserve water are stuck in situations where toilets always run, and faucets always drip. The main sound in this piece was created from a mechanical failure-- my espresso machine began to malfunction, and I recorded the resulting sound of water and steam escaping.
Those with enviromental proclivities may be upset to hear about all of that waste. I can only attest that, when life gets bad enough, concerns such as the environment tend to fall by the wayside. For example, a person who needs a car but can hardly afford one would probably not obtain a hybrid or electric car (until these become more affordable).
Listening to this piece reminds me of the cold nights, space heater barely reaching my bed, when I would huddle under my comforter and listen to my toilet and shower having a perpetual conversation done in watery tones.