Posted on: Friday, September 12, 2008
So a dude on the street yesterday commented that the trash (flotsam) that I had gathered was essentially too darn beautiful. Granted I am prone to edited harvesting - selective picking, but this comment sort of made me feel dirty or shameful. Trash can be beautiful. Anything that drifts is, by nature, poetic. Which led me to wonder - is the classification of trash and the unanchored debris in our lives a feminist issue?