"...more than 2,000 experts will wrap up a week of negotiations on plastic pollution at one of the largest global gatherings ever to address what even industry leaders in plastics say is a crisis." - 02 December 2022, Associated Press What have we taken into our mouths, what have we fed each other? And from our shining hair, what molecules of gleaming swirl away into the ocean at the end of the drain, never to dissolve? What we wash the windows with is hardly water, is hardly rain. If I buy you a fine halter would you give me a noose? If I leave the potted lemon tree outside, will it beg owl feathers from the moon? Each streak, a little tragedy first born in the bowels of the earth. From the torching of wood and the crystalline repellents of moths, an atmosphere of phosphorus and polymer. The sweater I wear comes from five recycled bottles spun into an indeterminate length of extruded yarn. What is a measure of softness when some toothbrushes will not degrade for at least five hundred years? In a dim basement chamber of a museum, fish from the last century still float in vats of alcohol. Our appetite for catalogs is undiminished, our hearts doubled over from the weight of debts we haven't finished paying.
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