It's 8.45 a.m. As every morning, I have
bread, jam, some walnuts and a small piece of chocolate for
breakfast. And, as every morning, I found myself unconsciously
scrolling my instagram profile, looking at old pictures of
funny nights with friends and listening, lost in my tought, to the
words of some content creator until a post catches my attention. I
feel suddenly unquiet. Some photos of a spoiled nature goes with this
text:
"Waste
makes visible our separation from nature. This separation comes...
