Not much going on here. The pile grows. I can imagine a years worth completely engulfing my back yard pretty easily. The feeling of impotence is strong. I can see it being an extensive job to take care of all this waste. The whole situation grows more depressing as time goes on. I imagined it would change my perspective on garbage and it has. But that perspective is laced with a stupporing amount of hopeless apathy and boredom. What the hell can we really do? Everything is wrapped, canned, boxed, impaled, bagged, clamped, tied, and ribboned and now we're coming into Easter when it will also be egged, basketed, and nested. For goodness sakes, I opened a bag of bread yesterday to make a sandwich and the loaf was wrapped in plastic: wrapped and bagged. Why? That's a rhetorical question and a boring one. It doesn't really matter.
One note: It used to be fine to toss a nearly empty cup of coffee in the can with little thought to the consequences. Its not so cool when you have week old coffee covering every bag you now have to sort through and stack. Something to think about.
24 days in and one week out.
23 bags
8 boxes
250 sq ft of carpet
1 pile of construction crap
1 hot water heater.
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