The lines we make in our day to day lives. Placed on a heatmap of all our motion, our daily routines show up in blazing hot purple. We ride down the dark motel hall.

One thing to watch every step as I started to wear off. At it’s best litter is a faint reminder of civilization’s negative impact on the landscape. At it’s worst it’s an immediate and unwelcome distraction from the moment’s thoughts or reveries.

I wonder: considering how often I travel the country and fire people who’s bosses don’t have to. I suspect so, as the places I walk aren’t particularly polluted and I do travel them quite often.

So I begun today by picking up a broken pair of safety glasses and a 5 hour energy drink, both on the side of the sidewalk I pass during my lunch walk, and that I had been noticing for at least the last month. The walk out to the boonies.

Tomorrow: Dorritos bag.