Silent tweets at dawn, Hashtags lost in cyberspace— Their guardian nods. A creature at home in the warmth of your digital garbage. A celebration of wallowing. Dumpster Pandas collect, categorize, and cherish the digital vestigial extensions of self that human beings have cast aside and abandoned for one reason or another. A domain for a business you never quite got off the ground, hundreds of email accounts, that blog about anime and philosophy, a dozen attempts at Youtube, terabytes of video, 10^32 jpegs, 15 long-silent-social-media-accounts. They’re all here, waiting for you in the dumpster. Your panda is hard at work diligently curating the only “You” that will remain. You are, and are not, your output. Your output is, and is not, you. Dumpster is panda Panda is dumpster I think you get it. What’s not to get? It’s dumpsters, It’s pandas. It’s Dumpster Pandas.