heisenbug and I were walking down the street after breakfast today when we started noticing puzzle pieces on the ground. I went back out to gather the ones I could; to my surprise, I found enough that some of them fit together. I also found some smashed-up Crayolas and bits of what looked like a child's drinking cup.
I left the following evidence on the street in case anyone can make more sense of it than I did... or perhaps as an urban postmodernist statement on how much childhood sucks sometimes.

I would like to do a lot more in the way of found art / transient art than I do, actually.