Generally, I try to keep things here upbeat. But walking daily in a sprawling area whose owner or owners are unknown, that is sometimes difficult.
Consider this: from one day to another, a dumped load of furniture and windows appears in the middle of nowhere.
They could have left all of this near a trash container. They could have left some of it near a recycling container. Instead they just dump it carelessly. In fact, I would argue contemptuously, since they managed to smash at least one of the windows.
It’s not a spot where other stuff has been dumped. There are several of those. No, just a new, random location.
Update — per Syd comment. I took a marker with me on our walk today. The person who did this might pass by again, might not. But anyone who does will read it:
“Left by a human pig.” Play on ser humano, which means “human being.”