That would be the floor, upon which I’m standing. Opinions vary as to exactly how much trash I constitute.
I’m at my sisters. She has kids.
Sooooo much mess.
None because I’m laying in bed and my nightstand is too small for garbage.
Two empty aluminum cans and one clothing tag.
Nearly 200 pounds of trash made up of 70% water and a bunch of carbons… 🙃
Zero. I’m on a public transit train. Surprisingly no trash. It isn’t clean, but no litter.
On a highway in the midwest US and the shoulders are clean, but also covered in snow. The snow is a double edge here with equally covering up and making trash more visibly at the same time.
Glasses, Nintendo Switch, ear buds, tin of sweets, lamp. No trash. Trash goes in the bin.
One partly used tissue. It’s on a nightstand.
I’m on my porch, and what’s out here is 50% trash.
A very modest amount of dust. It’s a bathroom sink.
No trash, loooootta dust.
None!
…but that’s because I’m on the shitter and not at my desk.
