I am still here.
Still walking, still picking up other people’s junk, still keeping a photographic chronicle of who knows how much stuff. Nothing has changed.
That’s not entirely true. The two month hiatus between blog posts is more about a feeling of non-inventiveness; i.e. how can one make the business of picking up litter and keeping one’s path de-cluttered of interest?
My anger at what other people do, their slobbery, their uncaring action toward my (and your) environment pushes me onward to keep up the graphic display of disgusting streetside idiocy. So I’m back at it. And I’ll keep at it.