ROOM FOR A PONY

The global garbage problem disturbs me horribly. The whole world is filling up with stuff just like our homes are. I don’t think going back to being cave people is the answer. My hope is that if we start from the microcosm of our own dwellings, word of our efforts, of our refusals to participate, will ripple outward.

Then at some point, the production of unnecessary and/or shoddily constructed items, slated to malfunction long before their expected lifetimes and sold in three or four layers of non-recyclable packaging, will become an act that draws widespread lynch-mob attention to itself. Public outcry will shame such behavior out of existence.

Call me naive, but at least it gives me a direction.

As the late Lotus Weinstock said,

“I once wanted to save the world. Now I just want to leave the room with some dignity.”