Garbage
      Garbage
     
     
      Receptacle...
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      arbage:
      we
      all
      make
      it.
      It
     
     
      is
      essential
      to
      the
      way
      we
      live
      in
     
     
      this
      new
      century,
      and
      was
      essential
     
     
      to
      civilizations
      of
      the
      centuries
     
     
      before
      us.
      Without
      the
      consump-
     
     
      tion
      of
      materials,
      and
      hence
      the
     
     
      garbage
      from
      those
      materials,
      our
     
     
      society
      as
      we
      know
      it
      would
      be
     
     
      unfunctional.
      We
      should
      be
      thank-
     
     
      ful
      for
      the
      fact
      that
      we
      even
      have
     
     
      the
      ability
      to
      make
      the
      garbage
     
     
      which
      allows
      us
      to
      live
      the
      way
      we
     
     
      do.
      Garbage
      is
      not
      the
      problem,
     
     
      and
      I
      won't
      even
      get
      into
      consump-
     
     
      tion
      right
      now,
      the
      problem
      lies
     
     
      with
      what
      to
      do
      with
      the
      garbage
     
     
      after
      we
      have
      created
      it.
     
    

    
     
      You've
      just
      finished
      the
      last
     
     
      few
      satisfying
      slurps
      of
      your
      Tim
      -
     
     
      Horton's
      coffee
      while
      on
      your
      way
     
     
      to
      class.
      You
      find
      your
      self
      looking
     
     
      at
      the
      cup
      and
      plastic
      lid
      in
      your
     
     
      hand
      as
      if
      to
      say,
     
    

    
     
      "Hey
      how'd
      you
      get
      there?"
     
     
      With
      no
      garbage
      can
      within
      five
     
     
      feet
      of
      you,
      you
      begin
      to
      panic,
     
     
      "Oh
      my
      god,
      I
      can't
      be
      seen
      with
     
     
      garbage
      in
      my
      hands."
     
    

    
     
      Or
      perhaps
      for
      some
      reason
     
     
      you
      keep
      thinking
      about
      that
      frig-
     
     
      gin
      cup
      in
      your
      hand,
      or
      you
      just
     
     
      get
      board
      ,
      or
      you
      just
      don't
      want
     
    

    
     
      ~
      ‘0
      carry
      it
      any
      more,
      or
      your
      in
      a
     
     
      z
      rush,
      and
      don't
      think
      you
      have
      time
     
     
      =
      to
      find
      a
      trash.
      I
      don't
      know,
      but
     
     
      :
      whatever
      our
      reason
      is
      for
      drop-
     
     
      =
      ping
      junk
      on
      the
      ground,
      I
      know
      it
     
     
      z
      isn't
      life
      or
      death.
      Therefore
      we
     
     
      should
      be
      able
      to
      carry
      it
      until
      we
     
     
      get
      to.a
      can.
     
    

    
     
      I
      was
      jogging
      down
      the
     
     
      trail
      by
      the
      campus
      the
      other
      day
     
     
      when
      I
      saw
      two
      ladies
      approaching
     
    
   
   
    
     
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      eased
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      from
      the
      distance,
      as
      I
      began
      to
     
     
      take
      extra
      cool
      strides
      to
      attract
     
     
      their
      attention,
      I
      noticed
      that
      one
      of
     
     
      them
      let
      a
      big
      red
      candy
      rapper
      fall
     
     
      to
      the
      path.
      My
      paces
      dulled
      to
      a
     
     
      mere
      gaunt.
      As
      I
      approached
      I
      said
     
     
      "Excuse
      me,
      I
      think
      you
      dropped
      a
     
     
      wrapper
      back
      there."
      One
      of
      the
     
     
      girls
      turned
      to
      me
      and
      gave
      me
      a
     
     
      "fuck
      you"
      look.
      I
      was
      in
      disbelief.
     
     
      Individuals
      like
      this
      are
      leaving
     
     
      garbage
      on
      our
      beautiful
      campus.
     
     
      Who
      likes
      to
      see
      trash
     
     
      every
      where?
      Nobody,
      it
      is
      unap-
     
     
      pealing
      to
      the
      eye,
      it
      is
      unnatural,
      it
     
     
      belongs
      in
      a
      garbage
      can.
      That's
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ‘the
      only
      place
      for
      it.
      We
      have
      all
     
     
      _
      done
      it
      before
      at
      one
      time
      or
      anoth-
     
    
   
   
    
     
      er,
      yes
      even
      me,
      but
      it
      is
      unneces-
     
     
      sary,
      and
      we
      all
      know
      it.
      We
      all
     
     
      can
      make
      a
      conscious
      effort
      to
     
    
   
   
    
     
      ’
      reduce
      our
      waste,
      number
      one,
      and
     
    
   
   
    
     
      number
      two,
      to
      make
      sure
      that
      our
     
     
      waste
      goes
      where
      it's
      supposed
      to.
     
     
      -RM
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Europe
      -
      A
      Student's
     
     
      playground
      Greece
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      French
      was
      easy.
      Italian
      was
     
     
      understandable.
      Spanish
      was
      compli-
     
     
      cated.
      So
      far,
      my
      two
      languages
      and
      a
     
     
      trusty
      phrase-book
      had
      gotten
      me
     
     
      through
      dozens
      of
      train
      stations
      and
     
     
      out
      of
      some
      sticky
      situations.
      I
      was
     
     
      not
      ready
      for
      Greek,
      nor
      will
      I
      ever
     
     
      be.
      From
      the
      time
      I
      got
      off
      the
      ferry
     
     
      from
      Italy
      to
      the
      day
      I
      sailed
      away
      on
     
     
      a
      twenty
      five
      sail
      boat
      I
      was
      lost.
     
     
      Every
      sign
      in
      Greece
      looks
      like
      a
     
     
      physics
      equation.
      I
      couldn't
      tell
      if
      a
     
     
      sign
      was
      trying
      to
      explain
      gravity
      or
     
     
      direct
      me
      to
      an
      exit.
      Punctuation
      is
      all
     
     
      backwards,
      the
      semicolon
      I
      learned
      is
     
     
      actually
      their
      question
      mark....isn't
     
     
      that
      strange;
      But
      don't
      worry,
      every-
     
     
      one
      is
      just
      as
      lost
      as
      you
      are.
     
    

    
     
      Almost
      every
      backpacker
     
     
      through
      Europe
      will
      hear
      about
      the
     
     
      famous
      'Pink
      Palace’.
      A
      short
      ferry
     
     
      ride
      from
      Igoumenitsa
      is
      the
      myste-
     
     
      rious
      Island
      of
      Corfu.
      Just
      hop
      on
      the
     
     
      6:00am
      freighter/rust
      bucket/ferry
      and
     
     
      your
      work
      is
      done
      -
      a
      giant
      pink
      bus
     
     
      will
      look
      after
      you
      from
      there.
      Just
      as
     
     
      a
      warning,
      before
      you
      commit
      to
      some
     
     
      time
      at
      the
      Pink
      Palace
      -
      be
      prepared
     
     
      to
      have
      your
      senses
      dulled
      and
      your
     
     
      morals
      tested
      -
      this
      resort
      hostel
      is
      not
     
     
      for
      the
      faint
      of
      heart.
      The
      giant
      pink
     
     
      bus,
      filled
      mostly
      with
      Canucks,
     
     
      Yanks,
      Aussies,
      Brits,
      and
      Kiwis
     
     
      winds
      through
      the
      narrow
      roads
      of
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
     
         
     
     
        
     
     
        
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Corfu
      towards
      the
      'palace'.
      Your
      driver
     
     
      wastes
      no
      time
      in
      talking
      about
      the
     
     
      Island
      and
      its
      specialty
      -
      olive
      oil.
      He
     
     
      points
      out
      the
      signs
      at
      breakneck
      turns
     
     
      in
      the
      road
      which
      warn
      drivers
      of
     
     
      olive
      oil
      on
      the
      pavement
      -
      I
      guess
      its
     
     
      near
      harvesting
      time
      and
      olives
      litter
     
     
      the
      road's
      surface.
      To
      some,
      this
      abun-
     
     
      dance
      of
      olives
      would
      be
      great
      -
      but
      I
     
     
      hate
      olives,
      they
      taste
      horrible.
     
     
      When
      I
      arrived
      at
      the
      Pink
     
    

    
     
      Palace
      it
      was
      nine
      in
      the
      morning.
      The
     
     
      newly
      arrived
      were
      herded
      into
      the
     
     
      lobby
      and
      seated
      at
      large
      table.
      A
     
     
      Canadian
      employee
      sat
      down
      with
      us
     
     
      to
      explain
      the
      terms
      while
      with
     
     
      them.
      I
      was
      groggy
      but
      everything
     
     
      seemed
      great..let's
      see
      24
      euros
      a
     
     
      ight;
      includes
      two
      meals,
      "enter-
     
     
      tainment",
      a
      great
      room
      overlook-
     
     
      ing
      the
      turquoise
      sea..not
      a
      bad
     
     
      deal.
      But
      wait,
      as
      she's
      telling
      us
     
    

    
     
      this
      she's
      pouring
      shots..what
     
    

    
     
      the
      hell?
      Everyone
      around
      the
     
     
      table
      is
      a
      bit
      confused
      but
      when's
     
     
      she's
      done
      with
      the
      terms
      she
     
    
   
   
    
     
      _
      explains
      no
      one
      is
      allowed
      to
      check
      in
     
    
   
   
    
     
      until
      they
      take
      a
      morning
      snap
      of
     
     
      Ouzo.
      Well,
      why
      not,
      so
      down
      the
     
     
      hatch.
      Made
      from
      Annis
      seed,
      this
     
     
      black
      liquorice'esque
      drink
      burns
      as
      it
     
     
      goes
      down,
      "I'll
      never
      drink
      that
     
     
      again"
      some
      say
      gagging...little
      did
     
     
      they
      know
      they
      would
      be
      virtually
     
    
   
   
    
     
      Continued
      on
      next
      page...
     
    
   
   
    
     
       
     
    
   
   
    
     
      The
      Pink
      Palace
      on
      Corfu
      -
      nestled
      into
      the
      side
      of
      paradise