hey, homeless garbage pickers need love too

so you see them all the time. the weather is getting springy-er, the fountains will be turned on soon (with an exception of Glen Ellyn’s – those sly f’s.. where are the bums if there is no free water? Luxury/”safety” has a price you know). Please. No mention of human rights..

wanderlust at it’s finest & worst. is it?

I guess some individuals take their station in life to heart. Chosen or not. Continued or halted. There are some people who make a living picking up our recyclables: cans, bottles, plastic rings before the little duckies take hold. You see these people & you judge their lifestyle.

But it is you throwing your garbage to the streets. Tossing your instant gratification to the curb. Hell, perhaps you are tossing your favorite daily drink you’ve loved for years. and for what? you can make all the excuses in the world. you can lie & act glib till you are blue in the face. but at the end of the night when you fall asleep, perhaps that little voice in your heart will be heard – that you are in the wrong & you have the power to do something about it.

Now, whether that means: ditch the flavor of the week, realize you are a slave to that temporary addiction, properly dispose of your baggage in the form of trash, SYMPATHIZE with those who are less fortunate at the moment or realize the value of your environment & everything that encompasses it.. is up to you.

Unless those cans you are tossing are alcoholic in nature. In which case, you are probably too irrational to comprehend your doings. Hey, the bright side of that is the homeless individuals who are picking up your shit are doing everything they can to cash that 5 cents in to become oblivious as well. So I guess it works out?

Anyways, it is what you want it to be, material-wise. That’s the beauty of words soaring through your imagination/reality (dirka dirka).

post script: Aug. 6th was for YOU – I just hadn’t met you yet.