Every few years the city council would kindly hold an inorganic collection. Mountains of rubbish blossomed in the street - but sadly - this was the last inorganic ever.
We have found worth amongst the discarded - it provides us the stage to enact our rituals in a way that is foreign to us, yet strangely, all too familiar.
Plus, it's impossible to miss this final opportunity to make ourselves at home on the neighbours' crap.
there's loads of interesting things to read...
Wait, what are they lookin' at?!
There's always a comfy seat to get on with some knitting
although this seat wasn't particularly comfy. It scored a 3 out of 10
these ones were a little better