Peel

I love reusing and recycling. It’s a creative response ~ to not enough cash, and a wish to change the fallacy of needing new or matching. As I collect sticks for kindling, dry orange peels on the fire, or fill the compost, I ponder how to make something useful or beautiful out of what’s around. It’s a tiny effort amidst greenwashing, shifting the waste of late-stage capitalism to the individual instead of corporations. I know this, and I feel foolish sorting bottle tops. Yet consuming less and reusing more has its own satisfaction. Even if the scent of bitter orange peel reminds me of the futility of unrequited idealism, there’s still a warm sweetness.