Once upon a time, there was a carrot. Maybe it was a carrot that someone brought as a snack to keep them awake during class. Maybe it was part of someone's dinner. Maybe it was a renegade that broke free from the confines of its plastic entrapment. I don't really know. What I do know is that one lonely Wednesday night at the beginning of September, this carrot showed up in the stairwell at work:
Obviously, this picture was not taken that same day.
I did notice the carrot that first day it appeared, and I thought about picking it up. But then I thought, "I wonder if anyone else will notice or pick it up, or if the carrot will just sit there and shrivel away week after week." And so I left it.
The picture above was taken a week-and-a-half ago. Since then, the carrot has remained alone, shriveled, in its little corner of the stairs. It is puny and faded and difficult to see unless you know it is there. I don't think any animals are going to come and finish it off, either, so maybe it's time I threw it away.
It was fun while it lasted.
Does anyone else watch things decompose?