Upon arrival in Canada, I was introduced to the concept, time is money. Weird. This I had never experienced. To keep the wolf from my door, I shifted gears into survival as I hurriedly stuffed force-fed plants into plastic containers satisfying the ever-increasing demand for urban artifice. As I fell into the immigrant production line, I wondered if I would ever have time to smell the ocean again.

Now I pluck plastic pots from the ocean as I see the world deteriorating further into the madness of consumerism as it is brought to its knees by a micro-organism. Dog eats Dog, while climbing up the corporate ladder of crumbling foundations of survival. To prevent the spread, here in Canada we’re asked to cover our faces when speaking moistly.

Ancient giants lie bleeding out biodiversity from their veins along with eternally eroding plastics into weeping oceans. Lives lie shattered in the Streets. While dogs roam concrete jungles. Lifting legs upon plasticity. Artificial genomes spliced into micro-biomes disrupting ecosystems while primates debate the merits of climate change in cyberspace. Ticking.

The continuous flow of hurry and save last chance emails that land in my inbox, as a daily reminder that time is money as they urge me to spend for their survival.

Eat. Sleep. Work. Like clockwork. Faster and Faster. More and More.  

Recycle. Reuse. Regurgitate. 

Footnote - Regurgitate, which entered the English vocabulary in the mid-17th century, is of Latin origin tracing back to the Latin word for gurges which means Whirlpool.