Monday, April 25, 2005
Ambiance
I saw the garbage truck again today. I don't notice it often enough for it to be a problem though. What does irk me a bit is the sound from the other direction.
The vending machines. Throughout the day, I hear the "cling cling cling" of coins and then an electric servo until the sound of a bag of something hit the floor of the machine. The door creeks and then the worst part of all, the seam of the bag is ripped apart revealing the individually wrapped portion belched out of some enormous agribusiness onto a truck halfway across the country or the world. It barely resembles food once it has its nutrients stripped out, and has been dyed, fried, and preserved.
No offense to anyone enjoying a tasty treat, to each his own. The impact of knowing what they are eating is just compounded by the fact that I can only hear what is going on and and it doesn't even sound like food.
The vending machines. Throughout the day, I hear the "cling cling cling" of coins and then an electric servo until the sound of a bag of something hit the floor of the machine. The door creeks and then the worst part of all, the seam of the bag is ripped apart revealing the individually wrapped portion belched out of some enormous agribusiness onto a truck halfway across the country or the world. It barely resembles food once it has its nutrients stripped out, and has been dyed, fried, and preserved.
No offense to anyone enjoying a tasty treat, to each his own. The impact of knowing what they are eating is just compounded by the fact that I can only hear what is going on and and it doesn't even sound like food.
