Stopping the Clock: An Argument for the End of Age and Trash Discrimination

Garbage and aging are complementary. Take a pair of shoes as an example. When a person continues to use a pair of shoes, the sole begins to wear and the hole starts to open. People may fix the holes and fix holes, but after all it will be a while, this old shoe can not be repaired, it is time to throw them into the trash can. Garbage is made up of something wasted due to aging, unnecessary and useless. You can easily judge when the item ceases to apply, but if you try to judge the point in time when usefulness has begun to be lost, it will be controversial.

There is a young woman reading red hair on the other side of me. Next to her there is an old man wearing a crumpled raincoat. The driver of the bus looks like a garbage bag that makes the driver's seat rumble. My stoppage is approaching. It is not because the watch in the head is singing, it is not because we are seeing something outside. I pulled the rope and the bell rang. No one looked up. The bus stopped and I walked to the door. They also yawned, I was in the rain. My father's house is at hand. This is a brown stone that is overflowing from the lawn. There is a car in front of the garage. I am not allowed to drive because of medicine. After going up the previous step, I pulled out the key and packed it in the key. From the door, I can hear that television is contaminating the air through comedy's laugh. In the night of growth, the sound of death surrounds me and I can see the life I have never had. I opened the door. My father does not look up, but keeps watching TV.

We saw a woman and her son pushing a shopping basket on the sidewalk in front of our house. They stopped and started discarding garbage in our trash box from my cart. This is the end of our driveway. Sarah crossed the street to stop them. There seems to be friendly text exchange, two form the street. Sara came in and I saw them go. But they were not overkill. The woman handed the boy and shopping basket to some homeless people and then headed for me. I was pretending to be doing something, I did not know what it is because she walked past the street and walked past me. Avoid eye contact, I feel that adrenaline causes social unrest. I did not say what she said to me

I stopped in the middle of the station. People passed by my side, the watch ticking ticks and the foot tapped. I see people from the paintings, and I do not know what to do. Then I went to the trash can and pulled a picture through the hole. I also saw the watch by looking. I put it back in my pocket, pulled the watch away from my wrist and threw it into the trash can. Slowly as I thought it was vague, I went out of the station and entered the street. The car crashed and people ran from the building to the building. I saw the sun reflected on the glass window of the building in front of me. The air is sweet, and the breeze adds freshness to all of these.