Here’s something I nearly posted, but didn’t. It probably made more sense back
in the those ‘recessionary times’ of 2012, and in particular when Greyhound bins
took over the refuse collection in Dublin City Centre. Hopefully it’ll have you
misty eyed with nostalgia.
How to recover
from a recession - One man's refuse
is another man’s redemption
Sharing is
caring, and rather than binning that crusty carrot because you have
enough carrots in your carrot based dish, why not allow another
person enjoy it?
Usually, in a
non-third world society, people throw stuff in the bin that they
don’t need. This ‘refuse’ is normally whisked away to a local
dump to be lost forever. Not anymore. Thanks to the kind souls at
Greyhound, bins are now left ‘in situ’ for a number of weeks,
offering generous and ample opportunity for people to have a good old
root and decide what they’d like to take from it. These bags of
gratis-goodness are there for all to enjoy, on every corner of this
city.
Your stale
cornflakes, is another man's luxury breakfast. Your read newspaper is
another man's duvet. Your used condom, a child's kite.
Back in the 19h
century, eating from bins wasn’t so taboo, and why should it be
now! They certainly didn’t have a recession (other than a potatoey
one maybe) and we should take lessons from that. And if that wasn’t
reason enough, apparently getting your dinner from a bin causes
plague too, instantly reducing the numbers claiming welfare.
But, shouldn’t
we live in a society that doesn’t have to rely on bin foraging to
survive? Of course we should, but we should also live a society that
doesn't leave bags of rotting, disease breeding, filth everywhere
too.
