My non-waste

I have a dull head, and sometimes I don't know what to say. Especially if I haven't drunk my coffee. But I'll try to spin my thoughts to reflect on the rubbish. Yes, about rubbish.

Sometimes I feel that one day the rubbish will swallow us up, and it scares me. It scares me that we are not smart enough to deal with that amount of objects that we use one day and the next day it will be accumulating uselessly for decades, in a place full of other objects like it.

For centuries, humankind did not care or concern itself with waste. We were happy about it, everything we consumed was somehow recyclable. Things were inherited and used until they were useless. What has survived to the present day, from centuries past, are valuable objects. Either because of the material (stone or metal) or because of the care that several generations have taken to preserve them (paper, leather, cloth).

None of these objects poisons a river or an ocean.

Yesterday I was reading about how microplastics are so pervasive in our metabolism that they are able to change our body processes. There I learned how generations of girls in recent decades have brought forward the onset of menstruation in relation to age. Until the 19th century, it is said that it started at 14 or 15 years of age; but now, at the age of 9, we have girls entering this stage. Very dangerous, let me know if you see it that way?

And the fact is that these microplastics stimulate the production of estrogens, something that astounded me. Imagine the number of disorders caused by this, or rather, don't imagine, investigate, I'm going to investigate too. I was left with many doubts.

Meanwhile, I enjoy around me many objects that have transcended time, have passed from one generation to the next without suffering a scratch, and therefore have not become junk. And I have them, not only for their beauty, but also for their use value. I would like to know if you have any objects with a history...