I saw an incredible amount today. A sheer abundance of attractive, raw visuals to be crafted into rectangular artifacts at will. Many were made, some in an instant, others only after careful yet experimental repositioning and refinement. Some superb, many ‘meh.’
But they were all inside. All within the confines of my rented rooms. On my outside ventures I did not see a thing, did not even reach for the black button of creation.
So the above is trash. Or rather “trash” contained in the white plastic often used to economically store and transport it. Today’s trash: bread crumbs. I cut my own bread. A very small percentage of total bread is lost in the cutting process. I wouldn’t expect more than 1% by weight.