Waste 24 Nov 25

Overconsumption is by design. They sell us the idea of needing to consume more on a heartstring budget, when the good is gone, we scrape the plate of what's left, and what remains is allowed to decay. Consider the meals you eat, brought to you by a cyclical madness, ghosts of cooking haunt production lines, from product to resource, then resource to product. Products are sold differently to the brand hunting ambiguous 'they', who covet extravagance over the extraordinary, and excess over the divine. Within the drum of their feet there's a secret that's shouted, "Don't you know we all end up the same?" Lording the brands, the overseers of gluttony, who fail to see the consequences of excess. Waste is a factor, a silent ingredient measured in excess portions and discarded morsels. Entranced by the thought of rolling coins and flickering digital displays, the workers become a footnote. Jobs are sole sacrifice to negative review. Damage is done by widespread words, increasing the risk as more people hear them. A tax piled onto those least able to bear it. While the worker suffers, sister companies profit, they one-up themselves, they pat their backs and measure value over improvement. In a dreamer-filled Vale of vast inequality, good intentions come with a cost. As always, the clever pass off failure as plan, advertising the fixing of flaws to encourage the wary to become complacent, and convince them the cause for their worry has gone. Behind the facade of innovation there's a plateau of refuse so wide that it cannot be seen rising. A peakless sea of mistakes, recalls, redesigns, space junk, and microplastics. Then beneath it, holding it all up is a single pin with a little flag-like white sticker. There is just one word that someone has written on that sticker. They wrote the word with a rubber eraser ended, metal crowned, yellow painted, wood encased graphite pencil. That word is : Progression. As always. Just remember that the last laugh is on you.