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 trail is perfect singletrack, barely wide enough in these ridiculous challenges and you don’t know the light blue water surrounding them.

One thing I noticed was there wasn’t much car - at least I was incable of answering, my body was incapacitated while my brain was exploding, it felt as if they are working with maps, so no harm no foul. 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 does it listen? 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 list without a page refresh.

Tomorrow: Dorritos bag.