A reflection on my relationship with rubbish
My perceptions regarding discarded goods have drastically changed since moving to Tokyo.
In Brazil there are only two types of trash . There is dry garbage, which comprise the entire recyclable spectrum, such as empty packages, cans, pet bottles and milk cartons. It all gets mixed together. And then there is organic garbage, which is basically food waste.
In Japan, on the other hand, there are so many different categories aside from burnable and nonburnable. It seems that no place in the world sorts its garbage with this much attention to detail. All this care about trash fascinates me.
As a big fan of tidying up and organizing, visiting the gomi(trash) area in my building pleases me so much. Everything has its own container. To my surprise and amazement, I once found pots in perfect condition and also a brand-new purse. This bothers me a little since I must control myself and evaluate whether I really need those gomi treasures.