Trash

by deej

Paper… Lots and lots of paper.
Crumpled balls of the completely unnecessary, processed, byproduct of trees.

Living in a digital age,
What is the use of paper?
Proof of purchase?
Proof of my educational merits?
Proof of my word against theirs?
Proof of my existence?

To solidify the notion of an idea, an emotion, an expression?
To forge a physical link between ourselves and the intangible within ourselves and around us?

To think that all this came from a life source…
One that provided life and shelter and food.
Maslow’s basic hierarchy of needs.

And yet here it lies
A mountain in a mesh of aluminium.

Trash.

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