Because really, you did not know that you needed one, but is not the appeal to self-evidence sufficient?

This is 100% upcycled.

See how ready it is.  I think it more a dancer than a runner.  And it gives something back, like when you look it in the face it shows you something.  And it has ample payload capacity.

It sees things too – notice how it reveals THE brass turtle spittoon.  You might have to click on the picture.  I close with an old poem referencing said turtle.

Melancholy Threshold
The day is waning where pomegranates,
lush and languorous, have blithe dominion
on sultry and indolent afternoons.

The hour is nearly past where languid decay,
like over-ripe fruit, sweetens the absence
of honest reflection and firm resolve.

The moment is fading in an amber
twilight where the imagined animates
the reality of the inanimate.

Now every stone that is thrown
is inseparable from the throwing.
Every intention nurtured becomes
the character of what is perceived.

Now the brass spittoon,
in the form of a turtle,
taunts the ghost of indecision.