Sometimes I regret the incredibly brief periods of time I get to spend my with poop before I flush it away. For the record, I look back, and the other day, I was looking back, saw the few discrete turds I'd produced, and wondered about them. What their journey to becoming those turds was like, what their aspirations were. And I just covered them up with TP and flushed them. Cold. Maybe some day I'll have my life better set up to know each shit a little better.