082513 #worm I saw a piece of something that belonged to me, lying among the quasi-randomness of the landfill. A bright bit of color, staring out of the exposed underside of the human condition. I slowed down to gawk at it, as some people do when passing a bloody wreck. There were no lurid lights, no sirens, no uniforms. It was sunny and quiet. A rural scene with tinges of methane. I drove on.