A reflection on my relationship with rubbish.
My perceptions regarding discarded goods have drastically changed since moving to Tokyo.
In Brazil there are only tow types of trash. There is dry garbage, which comprises 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 non burnable. 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 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 brand-new purse. This bothers me a little since I must control myself and evaluate whether I really need those gomi treasures.
Coming from an underdeveloped country, I felt I could potentially become an avid consumer, as I found in Tokyo the most incredible department stores. However, the act of separating garbage every day has taught me a lot about the permanence of good and bad things in our lives.
I started to buy food that doesn’t come in a package. I learned the value of fixing and repurposing broken objects. I realized that most things we thing me need are simply not worth buying.