Walking up the hill this morning to the office, I was forced to walk around a mattress and box spring, a couch, a chair, snow boots, and a lamp. Somebody threw them out from the building they once lived in.
My office is surrounded by apartment buildings, so on one level I suppose it makes sense.
On another, it’s a mystery. 
It screams “single life”, “moving on”, “take my trash and shove it.”
What’s even more of a mystery is the disappearance of all those things within hours.
I left the office later this morning and most of the stuff was gone.
Where does it go?
Who picks it up?
I never see anyone doing this.
Do gremlins emerge from the gutters like a line of ants?
Do the homeless pick it up? Except today it was raining, but things still disappeared.
The oddest thing I’ve ever seen on the street was a wig and women’s clothing.
I don’t want to guess what that meant.
Calvin says, “It meant one discarded multiple personality.” 
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