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A large “wet paint” sign hung from a garbage can, attached with red tape that stretched from the railing and extended to the next garbage can. A casually sinister warning against the temptation to flirtatiously run one’s fingers along the rim while passing the bold receptacle, or to hug its body, appreciative of the structure’s selfless and unwavering acceptance of refuse. I wanted to touch the wet paint, to confirm the repainting of a garbage can that had previously sported a duller, but equally functional, coat of black. And to justify the sign’s existence, to demonstrate the likelihood of becoming the victim of a paint accident, a collision with a dark, large cylindrical object standing, not inconspicuously, along the edge of an expansive green lawn.