I am in Bellingham and I am so happy
I’m glad I have a tumblr so I have a place to put rambling thoughts.
I was walking a dog and looking at trash and debris flopping around with the heavy gusts of wind. Some kleenex almost hit my face, and the waterfowl park had paper plates and shopping bags caught in the grasses.
I thought about how humans have created an artificial environment that doesn’t decompose or clean itself up. Obviously they’ve focused on consumption. Sources and waste are secondary in importance. By consciously designing the things we consume instead of passive consuming, we have ended up creating objects of consumption that have singular uses. We have created little homes that have to be cleaned. We have to clean them. Instead of another creature being able to reuse our goods in a new way, we’ve created a chore for ourselves. Think about how perfect fur is: it sheds in the summer and bulks on in the winter. The creature doesn’t have to do anything. Fur that is shed becomes part of a nest for a bird, etc. Except: we find fur to be a chore, because we live in these self contained microenvironments, where things accumulate. The dog’s fur just gets stuck in the carpet. By creating objects that are only designed for consumption and not for disposal or reuse, we create accumulation. It’s a new type of stress. A disgust, a sense of total saturation. The waste around us should just become soil, but instead becomes stinky trash because we don’t have worms in our homes. We have to feel shame about not cleaning and encountering our own accumulations. This leads us to clean and organize, which are inconvenient actions to have to partake in to the amount that we all must. We spend time and mental energy sorting environments we have made that have to be sorted. There is no natural cycle that sorts. We just decided to do this to ourselves.
I think we are dumb and weird but also do not feel like living in the woods.