I sometimes worry that
I think too much.
That
my brain is trapped in a
loop of
scattering patterns, and if i could just
focus, I could solve the world's problems.
An Example of Madness:
Bottled Water. I remember the first time I saw
bottled water. It was a 20
liter jug that my
uncle made me drag up a hill from the dock to his
cottage. It
blew my pragmatic little mind. We just took a boat across
A MASSIVE POOL OF FRESH WATER to haul this
special water up a hill.
hmmm.
This naturally leads me to think about other things I never expected to see on a
store shelf. I suppose it is just the
little northern community that I grew up in.
Excess is luxury.
I bet you couldn't sell a
bag of crap. I can. I can get good
money for it.
Impossible? If you can sell a bottle of water that
ran out of a rock, I can sell a
bag of crap.
Manure makes people lots of money.
One man's trash is another man's treasure. A bag of
firewood can fetch you
a fistful of dollars, while in the
bush, you would be lucky to get $20
bucks for 3
truckloads. People will just get their own.
A
cattle farmer would never buy
manure.
A bag of
cedar shavings won't sell at a
lumbermill.
Scrap metal is big business. The car you pay to get towed off gets bought for scrap. Ah the
middle man.
I want to find the
next big garbage demand. I can have a
fleet of trucks sweeping masses of
waste from the country where it is
reviled, to the city, where it is
worshipped. Think of the money I could have if only
recycling was my idea.
Yup.
I think too much.