The Green Contradiction

Every Friday morning the recycling collection truck rolls through the neighborhood. I watch as it mechanically and methodically picks up the cans of people’s good intentions and empties them into its belly. I can only do this for so long, though. At one point, it gets too far away, and the back of the truck is no longer visible through the thick cloud of emissions pouring from the exhaust.

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