anybody else ever get stressed out thinking about all the good compostable food waste that gets simply sent to landfill
I've been obsessively doting upon my compost pile. When i was sick last week i would get fatigued when doing anything and lay down in midday for vague, dozing semi-naps and get consumed with dreamish, half delirious thoughts of compost. What I needed to add to it, how best to stir it, how I would distribute it...
i can still pinpoint the feeling of realization when the smell changed from Gross Nasty Rot to Alive, Flourishing Rot.
Alive Rot Smell is so hard to describe, but it's the realest and most visceral thing. It is what makes up 80% of the smell of a forest, and vibrates a deep part of your animal body like YES YES YES YES! I don't want to eat it exactly, but it has a deliciousness.
Decomposition has been a big theme for me this year. Rot is a further iteration of life. I think a lot about rot and muck and decay















