Every time I walk around my neighbourhood, there’s a new empty coffee cup in the bushes, another missing cat poster, another phrase painted on a stop sign.

11 years, I have lived in this goddamn city. It’s not a kind city to those who struggle along at the bottom. For such a pretty city it sure invites a lot of pessimism. The beauty does a lot of heavy lifting to cover up the dirt.

The things that people leave behind in the world almost seems to exist on a different plane, People walk past them everyday with little to no thought. Once they have served their purpose they are relegated to artifacts of people’s presence in the city.

Arriving at the bus stop only to see that people is unable to sit because some prick spilled his can of beer is only annoying and frustrating until the bus arrives. It could have been an accident, but it didn’t matter because the inconvenience is felt either way. We have all been guilty of inconveniencing others in some way through the things we leave behind and try our best not to feel bad about.

 Every item left behind is a piece of someone.