On a dog walk through the woods, I came across a couple of heavy gauge pipes.  I walk them home for a mile or so, thinking this: "Most of my findings of late are of the esoteric kind... Body hoards objects, mind hoards ideas..."

So here they are, these pipes* for your display: let your narrative run through them for whatever it's worth.

What am I gonna do with this (im)material finding? 

I think I'll write a blog post about it.

*Pipes aren't really pipes.  The suchness of these objects is outside of any conceptual map.