But if you insist, I can tell you that street junk has become a bit more of a rarity since I left the city five years ago. Scattered or lost stuff occurs even in sparsely populated areas, but the amount of items floating around is smaller. Fewer people in a place make less material in circulation. I can't be as selective as before, I have to pick up what is presented to me. But even in the forest random stuff suddenly appear: a piece of a gray doormat, a piece of a white plate and all the unidentifiable pieces of plastic. Nowadays babies are born with micro plastic inside their bodies, it's a nice gift from previous generations. Life are changing, inside and out, depending on human activity. Plastic is here to stay. Forever.




Man seems to be constantly looking for progress. We constantly require new thoughts, ideas, projects, sweaters, phones, technical toys but quite quickly the idea and the product feels outdated. Neither the idea nor the product needs to be bad or broken to be exchanged for something newer. It is enough that something is perceived as a little outdated and by then we have to get the latest version. Because we don't want ourselves as persons to feel old and outdated. Clothes and gadgets have become so important that we define ourselves based on what we wear and what we own. But that's old news. Some semi new news might be that Shein introduces 2,000 to 10,000 new products each day. The company does everything in their power to make us stay within their addictive technological world just to buy some clothes made from questionable materials. This is not fashion. This is a tech company that uses psychological models that we cannot resist. The profit is everything that counts for the company in question. This is also old news.


Shopping and shipping in and out on ad infinitum. By now we should have understood that our planet's limits have been reached and that resources are not infinite. It seems foolish to use all the resources in such a short period, as we are doing right now. But at the moment we are not capable of making a change that matters, not as a world, not as a country and not as individuals. Being an individual who wants to do the right thing is just hard. We want to renovate our already functioning kitchen, we want to manufacture batteries for all the new electric cars and we want to buy new bedding sets with matching pillows for our bedroom. We are creatures of habit and habits are hard to change. We simply want to consume what we have been tricked into thinking we need. And we need so much stuff. Besides, shopping makes us happy. At least for a very short period of time.




I'm really sorry that I don't have anything new to add. Too much crap is still being produced thanks to perpetual growth still being the prevailing ideology. All I know is that stuff is always on the move. When we find some time to reflect about the abundance in this part of the world, we don't really want our old gadgets and clothes to end up in a garbage dump in South America or Africa. Ideally, we don't want to know about it at all, because it feels to good to buy that shirt on SALE. Over 1000 brands gathered at one internet store can't possibly be anything positive. It's like your entire city is owned by one single person. We wouldn't accept it the real world but in the digital world, everything is just fine. But the thing is, neither companies nor the market care about us. Neither companies nor the market care about anything that is alive. But what is alive is what matters.




I hate to say I told you so. But I told you so. I didn't come up with a single new perspective, not a single new thought. Not even clickable deals. Only empty red words screaming for your attention. Attention is high value these days. We are all screaming into the void for attention. We have different purposes with different goals for different reasons. Some of us are more vocal, others are engaged in propaganda. Some simply have more money and therefore more space.




My space is made up of other people's trash. I don't know why I still collect, probably because the trash makes me think about stuff. And I like to think about stuff. Or maybe I'm just trying to clean up the world and show how well-behaved and capable I am. I don't know. I don't care. For some reason, I'm doing this. And for some reason I am letting you know that I am doing this.




I guess I'm still waiting for an offer I can't resist.
That random stuff that makes me feel alive.