Overheard at the municipal recycling station, 7:43 AM: "They changed the lids again." "Which lids." "The— all of them. The yellow ones don't fit anymore." "They never fit." "No, they fit before. Before the new bins." "These aren't new bins." "They're new enough. Since March." [wind] "I had fifteen of them saved up. Fifteen yellow lids." "What for." "I don't know. I thought they'd be useful." "Fifteen." "You collect things without meaning to. You just— one day you open a drawer and there they are, and you think, when did I become this person." [long silence] "It's going to rain." "It's already rained."