There's just some stuff in my neighborhood that I don't understand - like cabbage leaves spread out on a car hood, or a fan that sits in a carport and blows nothing to nowhere . . . and this pile of leftover rice that gets carefully dumped in the same spot by the side of the road. Is it an offering? The animals don't eat it. It just sits there, day after day, until it's run over by cars and ground into powder. Then a few days later, more rice appears.
