But that's not really what I want to talk about.
What I want to talk about was the experience of taking the aforementioned old appliances to the garbage dump. As I made the turn into the city dump, in the remote area where we live, I could see Sea Gulls and Ravens circling in a hallow of surveillance and demise. The smell of the garbage was sweat and spicy at the same time (a reminder of the smell of India). The dump workers were kind but stoical, each of them imbued with a deep sense of finality. Their faces read the tell tale signs of resolution and understanding, almost as if to say, "Here is where all things come to an end."
In short, I loved the experience. I love garbage dumps, and I love graveyards.
There is a quiet peace about both places. It is a peace that stems from garbage dumps and graveyards. It's the end of the quest for upward mobility, eternal happiness, new appliances, better appliances, better stuff, more stuff...
So, here's my homework assignment for you all, visit a garbage dump or a graveyard sometime in the next month...it will do your soul good! Happy Halloween!
All for Now,