The Old, The New, The Waste
Our office is getting torn down at the moment.
All the glass panels have been moved to the new shop and the plastered wall panels are getting dismantled slowly piece by piece. The snapping of the wood hurts my ears and the sound of hammers pierce my skull. But I’m enjoying it. I’ve never seen the insides of a wall before, or how giant glass panels are transported.
I’m enjoying the mess and destruction, probably because it signifies a new beginning. I haven’t seen the new place yet, but I think a change of scenery will get me mentally pumped again. I need it very much.
The panels that arn’t getting re-used at the new place are sitting in chunky piles all over the place. The frames reminiscent of skeletons. I must admit it makes me slightly sad and angry to see it. Waste. It’s all such a waste. Where does it all go? How many offices and houses are getting deconstructed every day? How many panels of wood get discarded adding to our ever mounting pile of waste?
We’ve got to find a way to reduce our waste, not just reuse it. It scares me to think that the world as depicted in Idiocracy might not really be that far fetched. Earth will become a dumping ground because of our ignorance and arrogance. We shouldn’t leave a trail of waste in exchange for the fresh and new.