It seems the recent heat wave started to play mind tricks on me before I was able to adapt and settle into this time of suffering. Sure warmth can be quite enjoyable, but when you’re forced to work at a full 100%, the humid air makes sure you have to pay a toll for your rash decisions.
I was at the end of my shift and I accompanied my colleagues to the kitchen where I would normally start my workday. Tired as I was it felt odd to me that it wasn’t up to me today to start up the workday. It was at that moment of thought that a garbage bag emerged from the trash can.
It stared at me.
I was paralyzed and mesmerized at the same time, while my imagination made sure I was focusing on the two holes that had suddenly appeared where I didn’t expect them.
Then my brain started to talk some reason into me. Paranoia took over and not before long I saw the garbage bag accompanied with his garbage allies taking over the streets in riots because we kept them trapped for so long and allowed flies and vermin to enter while they were suffering from internal degradation. My legs started to shake and then I quickly realized I was both tired and hungry, and that being paranoid was one of the last things in my arsenal of emotion.
Of course the garbage bag wasn’t resentful. We humans are busy every day by growing more of them, putting them on a weekly private bus towards garbage bag heaven where they could enjoy each other’s company until the end of their time. There was no reason for them to start a rampage on the streets, because we humans are already on our way to organize their eventual invasion.
But an invasion would mean all of the garbage bags would be like-minded. And of course that would never be the case. So unless some powerful big garbage bag took the lead over all the smaller ones, you would still have a divided army. For instance :
- The “Half our family is vegetarian” Meat Garbage Bags.
- There are the plastic free garbage bags.
- The “ My rabbit eats the vegetables” bag.
- The student garbage bag mainly full of energy drink cans and take-out.
- The baby garbage bags. All Diapered up.
And the most filthy of all : The diet bags. Gross.
They’re patient. And it’s only a matter of time before the world is engulfed in more garbage than people. And we only have ourselves to blame for it. If one single garbage truck driver decides not to drive around for a full week and keep his truck hostage, the streets would already pile up easily. So in the end I guess we humans are slaves to our own salvation.
Or it could all be just in my head and nothing of this is actually happening and I’m better off with a good 12 hours of sleep.. Good night.
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