I saw this in the dumpster when I took out my trash, and it filled me with inexplicable sadness:
Why is he in the dumpster? For what crime was he thrown into the puddle at the bottom of the dumpster, to sit in the rust amid the beer boxes and cigarette butts and discarded pieces of my neighbors' lives until the truck comes to take everything inside away?
He's not missing any limbs. He's not leaking stuffing. He's not even stained, from what we can see, so why was he thrown away?
And why do I feel so sad about it?