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What do you do to protect your privacy? Get an answering machine and screen your calls? Watch over your back to make sure you're not being followed? There are more practical solutions. Let me tell you about one of them. Be careful what you throw away. Start right now. Because trash is a storehouse of information. It can reveal everything about you.
When I wander through the city, I see the streets overflowing with personal information.
In this modern consumer society, old and unwanted things are constantly being thrown away without a second thought. Most people forget about these things as soon as they are out of sight.
How ridiculous! If you think about it for a second, it's plain to see that they haven't disappeared from this world. From the trashcan they get collected in a truck and taken to the incinerator. Until then, they hold an immeasurable amount of information.
Journals and daily planners, copies of paychecks and credit card bills... not many people go as far as to burn these themselves. So where DO they go then?
One day, they are just left, carelessly, on the side of the street.
Items found in trash can be separated into several categories according to the stories they tell. One category consists of mangas and magazines. If I follow a set course regularly, I can end up with a mass of free subscriptions.
manga and comics... celebrity gossip... news and entertainment... parenting advice... fashion and trend... teen magazines...
A majority of these I would never read if they weren't in the trash. In a sense, scavenging has expanded my horizons. Converted into cash, these subscriptions would be worth over 200 dollars a month. Sometimes I feel like I've made a profit. But then again, they're not things I need anyway.
Sometimes I find small change, found at the bottom of bags containing used pencils, pens, staples, and other office supplies. It's not much, but I realized for the first time that there are people who consider pennies and nickels to be trash.
I also often find photographs. Most are of girls with one eye closed, or a bold or embarrassing facial expression. I get quite excited by these images that are not meant to be seen by anyone else. I listen to the voices of the photographs and masturbate.
Items created to fulfill sexual desires are often abandoned in taped up cardboard boxes. When I open these boxes, the voices jump out at me. The voices of desire come from primitive animal instincts. They cling to my body and won't let go.
TVs can be found stealthily discarded at night. At first glance, most of them look to be functioning. The more TVs I have in my room, the better. The light they emit have mysterious powers. I fill my cramped room with the photosynthetic light which gently kindles and invigorates my heart.
They feel like the sun's rays shining through the trees in the forest. The forest is here. It is where I gather acorns and listen to the voices of the birds and insects. This is my life.
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