{"id":31946,"title":"The Waste of our Wants","description":"The word \u201crubbish\u201d is often whispered in hushed tones, an after-thought to the vibrant spectacle of consumption.  It\u2019s a word that conjures images of overflowing landfills and unsightly trash heaps, something to be swept under the rug of our collective consciousness.  Yet, when we pause to reflect on the true impact of rubbish, we find a story that is not only outwardly dirty but intimately intertwined with nature, both above and below the surface.","content":"<p><\/p><p>Rubbish is a dirty word,<\/p><p>sounds harmless to use,<\/p><p>like something you brush<\/p><p>off your trousers,<\/p><p>a small, forgettable thing.<\/p><p>You shut the bin lid, and it\u2019s gone.<\/p><p>We\u2019ve built entire systems on forgetting.<\/p><p>The waste of our wants.<\/p><p>It tells us who we are, or were,<\/p><p>maybe who we are trying to be.<\/p><p>Our secret identities drown in bin juice,<\/p><p>Landfills are the new colonisers.<\/p><p>We forget what we take from.<\/p><p>We are too disconnected from our mother<\/p><p>to hear her old sigh,<\/p><p>the one she makes<\/p><p>when she is too tired to shout.<\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/kk1d3pjg5hpwsgwdggih1u0un7jxi7qwdb8zexdw9reupaxr.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" alt=\"kk1d3pjg5hpwsgwdggih1u0un7jxi7qwdb8zexdw9reupaxr.png.jpg?w=1140&amp;h=auto\" \/><\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/bc8rxrqe70evz0zkdyeyqmmjyiwghlhvxhpaefj5tghoah2p.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"bc8rxrqe70evz0zkdyeyqmmjyiwghlhvxhpaefj5tghoah2p.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p><\/p><p><\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/mtafmufq2vpcxgjje3bgxsfnk4gjb8vkhixu9ojdadg3ubp6.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"mtafmufq2vpcxgjje3bgxsfnk4gjb8vkhixu9ojdadg3ubp6.png.png?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p><\/p>","urlTitle":"rubbish-is-a-dirty-word","url":"\/blog\/rubbish-is-a-dirty-word\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/rubbish-is-a-dirty-word\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/rubbish-is-a-dirty-word\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1695330004,"updatedAt":1769364503,"publishedAt":1769364502,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[{"id":2886,"code":"matteo","name":"Matteo","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/matteo\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qtkhrsbu14dtdcjbeafxlzcivgnckwhyuqvddaboo8whgcq5.png","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qtkhrsbu14dtdcjbeafxlzcivgnckwhyuqvddaboo8whgcq5.png.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qtkhrsbu14dtdcjbeafxlzcivgnckwhyuqvddaboo8whgcq5.png.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"There Is No Upside","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":24851,"title":"Love","url":"\/blog\/love\/","urlTitle":"love","division":209850,"description":"Artist Matteo Delred and writer Rebecca Mar\u00eda reflect on love. Exploring different types of love, as defined by the Ancient Greeks.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":24941,"title":"Catching On the Fly","url":"\/blog\/catching-on-the-fly\/","urlTitle":"catching-on-the-fly","division":209850,"description":"Writer, Rebecca W Morris, and Photographer, Matteo Delred, capture thoughts and images at the train stops from Jerez de la Frontera to Cadiz on the Cercanias trainline.  For each stop, one piece of writing is written and one photo is chosen.  Seeing the same things they\u2019d seen so many times, but with new eyes.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":25084,"title":"Listening To the Birdsong From My Caged Window","url":"\/blog\/listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window\/","urlTitle":"listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window","division":209850,"description":"Matteo Delred and Rebecca W Morris capture the urban melancholy of being separated from the natural world through poetry and photography.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}