Litter

Yesterday, on my way home I biked past a torn down poster in an underpass. It was torn into pieces lying on the ground. I recall wondering for a second what it had been for. Had it made someone offended?

I didn’t stop to pick it up and go looking for a trash can. It’s not my job.

This morning I biked past the same spot and noticed that the winds of the night had done their work. The litter was scattered over a big area. If it had caused offense to someone yesterday, now it was offending everyone.

Picking up the pieces yesterday would have been easy. Now, a lot more work.

I didn’t do anything wrong. But more importantly, I didn’t do anything right.

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