Landfill

How many Poängs

How many days’-worth of 1-day Acuvue. Decades… Centuries?

How many Normal, with wings

How many Nokia dumphones. Gathering dust in that drawer.

Throw them all away

 

The Thermomixes of today will one day rest alongside the juicers of yesteryear

The coffee machines. And all those mountains of coffee pods

Don’t feel superior: take-away coffee cups as well.

Our parents’ fondue sets (still in use in Switzerland!)

Our torn Slip’ n Slides

 

One million, two thousand and twenty-eight discarded games of Hungry, Hungry Hippos

Ab Circle pros, Thighmasters and exercise bikes

Posca pens, tin soldiers, rusty matchbox cars

They all nestle together in the earth somewhere

Leaching their toxins into the sad and dirty ground

 

Cabbage Patch Kids, unrescued by Tree Change

Enough bubble wrap to cover the Empire State Building. And The Gherkin, And the Eiffel Tower. And the Sydney Opera House. And the Taj Mahal. With leftovers.

All the milk bottles that carried products from cows whose babies we aren’t

Shower gel

Orangutan-displacing palm-oil laced peanut butter

 

Electric toothbrushes, battery-operated mascara, torches.

Cans of Diet Coke, Coke Light, Coke-we’re-not-Monsanto-we-just-make-fizzy-diabetes-in-a-can-please-keep-buying

Pedometers

I’m no Lorax

But who does speak for the trees?

 

 

 

 

 

 

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2 comments

  1. It’s depressing when you start cataloguing it all. I was thinking about milk bottles last night when I put out the recycling. There’s no way to avoid them, even in France where it’s easier to get raw milk products. Even if you buy organic, it’s hopeless. Great post.

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