Posted on the 6S Social Network 19Jun10
I was on the way home with the radio low and my subconscious high. A garbage truck was ahead of me driving slowly, smelling like political promises. A small plastic bag flew out of the back of the truck and floated for many seconds, due to the updraft of the hot midday asphalt. I found myself wondering where the bag came from, its origin: did it contain something that brought someone joy…hate…resentment...elation? Does that plastic bag have a story, or is it just a plastic bag? It was at that moment that I knew…I have no choice but to write
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