My first time since starting not finding litter in Washington Square Park, because over six inches of snow covered it.
I’ve committed to picking up at least three pieces of litter from the northwest corner of Washington Square Park since it became overrun with fentanyl, meth, and all that results from it during the pandemic.
I decided I’d keep up the sidcha until three days passed in which I couldn’t trivially find three pieces of litter, as I wrote three years ago in On when I should stop picking up litter in Washington Square Park. I wish I could believe that outcome should be easy. No litter is necessary.
Yet in about five years, I’ve never been unable to find three pieces trivially. We should collectively cry.
Today, over six inches of snow have fallen, covering the ground and making the benches not places anyone would want to sit and eat.
There was plenty of trash on the streets since some people still walked around, mostly coffee cups. Why? Since people have been duped to believe they need coffee to be more productive and simply don’t have time to sit and drink or use a mug.
Anyway, I partly hope tomorrow I’ll find none again, but will take any bets from anyone who thinks I won’t. Even if it snows most of tomorrow, people do what culture drives. People are addicted to doof and we can’t contain all the litter it produces, like fat on someone who eats thousands more calories per day than they burn.
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