Issue 2: embodied

i don’t really want three breakfast sandwiches at two p.m. on a tuesday afternoon, but an excuse to step outside after days of enclosure is a blessing, not a disguise. i pay a small price to reduce food waste and feel the autumn air on my skin. a leaf sticks onto the sole of my boot—the physical manifestation of the soul of the tree that carries me forward, step by step, to the couche-tard down the road. i don’t really want three breakfast sandwiches at two p.m. on a tuesday afternoon, but i am connected to the convenience store by proximity and a shared goal of sustainability, and in that pretext is the assurance of aliveness after a week of deadness. look, i feel empowered to take action by saving perfectly good food from ending up in the trash, by which case i also mean myself—i am taking myself out of the bin, i am saving myself from ruin.