Anti-plastic

In the days before plastic, littering was recycling,
We opened the window and threw it out.
The only challenge then we faced was that after a number of generation,
the postman, wondering by, could peek through the bedroom window.

I am reminded of how disturbed Margaret and I were on a 48 hour train journey from Hong Kong to Xian, when, with much encouragement from fellow passengers, we threw the polystyrene food containers and empty coke bottles out of the moving train windows. The white cartons could be seen stroon for miles either side of the tracks.  The sound of smashing glass punctuated the long hours of the night, like the rhythm of the track.

Driving to visit Marion one day I marvaled at the plastic strewn in the bushes of the country road we followed.  I was remained of other famous plastic stroon roads.  The main road to Leptis Magna in Lybia.  No difference. Then we caught up with the council truck, collecting waste.  The back of the truck had a gate. The gate was open, the truck was in the process of recycling plastic.