Not being able to walk anywhere without seeing litter causes a great sadness to well up inside of me. It’s a small, but weighted sign of how humanity continues to disrespect our ecosystem; the ecosystem that feeds and waters us; the ecosystem that gives us a home. It’s a sign of the disregard we give to other life, both the “savage” animals we domesticated and hunt, and our own species. It is a metaphor to how we treat women’s bodies as things that we use, step on, and step over on our way to consumer pleasure. I could go on and on about all the litter and consumption metaphors for selfishness and hate that terrorize our world, but do I really need to?
When I pick up trash it feels good, but it’s also a painful reminder of all that is sick in our world. Is there even a reason to hope? Most days I think not…. And you thought this was just another post about environmental pollution.
Who else feels walks through their neighborhood picking up litter?
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