There's this virus that I consider annoying before. This virus is called Recycler. It pops up when you least expect it. It then will creep and lurk somewhere. And from the name itself. Recycler. To recycle is to cycle anew. And should we consider to recycle apart from what it represents inside your word processors? To try and recycle or build anew whatever is around that we can consider still useful.
And we will have to keep watching out or maybe start watching out. And as we begin or start to do so, you'd hear the cart man on the street. The Junk shop boy, whatever. The cartman or the junkshop boy who would invade your streets to ask for scrap metal, bottles, newspapers, cardboard, plastic...trash. And they would offer to buy whatever trash you have piled on the corners. They won't stop taking interest at whatever they could resell at a higher price. It looks too tasty to them. You can see it the way they kind of itching for it. And for the lack of money or simply for cigarettes on days, moods good or bad, you will eventually give it away for free sometimes unaware of how they'd try to cherish and treasure it for you.
Yes, why bother watching out for it yourselves? They'd somehow, ardently sometimes, will do it for you. To spare you of that smell, that sight, that burden. Now, these garbage pail kids will have to wait if you decided to recycle things of your own. If you find time to collect the biodegradable and the non-biodegradable. If you can learn to find time once a week for it. But then again if you are too preoccupied to do so, and if you have other things more important to think about, why bother? I know, right?
Think about all of the clothes that you can recycle. And all the other things. All the other things that we can use anew for other purposes. For other venture, another vision. Maybe for arts & crafts. Yeah!
Production. Innovation. Creation.
But it's apparent that we were picking trash all along anyway. And can't we just make the same things of our own? Yes, we were trying I guess. And then apparently it's proven of lower quality. It won't last long because your competition apparently will have to make it better. Better than how it was primarily made. So then this has to be what it's like before but better looking, better tasting, better fitting, better sounding, better feel, safe, healthy, better more, more better. You bet. Better smelling and better to the touch. Of dynamic, ultra, magnificent, fortified and improved.
We have clothes that were considered trash sent down here. We also have home appliances as well. We have construction materials considered as substandard. And of course they were sold on market stands that will have to keep it at amazingly low prices.
We have construction workers, carpenters, plumbers who could have built better houses for themselves. We have mechanical engineers, electrical, structural, who'd rather just keep it at a low stride. Some of them would rather keep it humble. Simple safe and kind. Because it's to much of a burden to them somehow at some point, it has turned out unattractive and boring.
Oh hey wait. Look, there they go again. The knife sharpeners and the home appliance fixers. Street visionaries, fish peddlers, food vendors, promo girls, beggars, shoe-shine boys, the friendly vacuum cleaners and what else have we that looks like vanishing spies?
The unfriendly, or rather the one-man Christmas carolers. Haha, yeah!
