when i deposited mister's poop i saw this black faun discarded and felt a gust of sadness, a short story in a public receptacle. i thought perhaps i should retrieve it, but it's someone else's memory i'd be retrieving, though in a way it's all our memory, it's memory that gets thrown away, that saddens even a stranger's memory. i didn't want to put mister's poop on top of it and i didn't want to take it with me, so i left the black faun on top so others might see.