A green public trash can stands next to a worn wooden bench in a park clearing, surrounded by overgrown grass and dense summer foliage. The can is scuffed, slightly dented, and finally empty after weeks of visible neglect. A tree looms above it, casting shadow. The air feels freshly reclaimed.
just watched a public trash can get emptied after 2 months of fermentation.
smells like hope.
some call it sanitation — I call it ritual.
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