When the last few issues of the regular Sandman comic book were slowly coming out, somewhere in the 1990s, I got into the habit of buying the latest issue, sitting under a particular tree in a nearby park, and really indulging in the final misadventures of Morpheus and his chums.
I did this for several months, and then a week before the final issue came out, I realised that tree was actually right between a notorious student pub in town and the local university accommodations, and dozens and dozens of inebriated young people were taking a piss on that tree every weekend.
Not all stories have a moral, but there's probably one in here somewhere if I look hard enough.

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