Recently I have visited studio and started using the compost bin, which has encouraged the few around studio to start using it as well, knowing I usually empty the bin at my home. The above image is of me travelling from the city to Sunny vale, from Sunnyvale to Pakuranga
I didn't think I would ever not this, the compost is a very banal ordinary thing for me, but since a few people have pointed out the strange in it, I thought, it could be significant to think about.
I usually take home the food scraps for the compost at home.
Things have struck me conceptually
Having everyone put their food, scraps, ephemeral bits and bobs into my compost; the self is like compost, integrating the ephemera of others.
They say the best composts, are those that accumulate diverse sources, from old, the mildewed, the scraps, the whole all of these resources
Furthermore, parts of food we consider inedible are usually the most nutrient-rich, conceptually if compost is self, then so-called ephemera can be nutritiously dense.
a compost that travels collects resources from a variety of environment can provide the most beneficial soil for future fertility. these resources need to be properly conditioned with care to be able to produce compost efficiently.
The compost bin is alive, it's full of bacteria and the odour isn't so strong because it is sealed tightly. It's quite interesting seeing the repulsive behaviour of people who I have travelled with regarding the compost. Its a similar reaction to stepping on dog poop. We have culturally evolved to be so removed from the process of decayed matter that anything remotely decomposed, is largely avoided.
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