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we're burning our plastic bottles

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-eight years and a million words

Toronto, 2019.12.03

You know how you're so good about sorting plastic bottles from non-recyclable trash? It doesn't matter, they're being incinerated anyway. Or so says this article in the Atlantic from March.

I think we just have to stop buying plastic bottles altogether. The same article says that glass bottles are proving too hard to recycle in a price-effective way, so they're being dumped in landfill (frequently in an unrecoverable form - smashed). But bits of glass in a landfill are environmentally inert, whereas burning plastic is certainly not, according to MIT:

When plastic is burned, it releases dangerous chemicals such as hydrochloric acid, sulfur dioxide, dioxins, furans and heavy metals, as well as particulates. These emissions are known to cause respiratory ailments and stress human immune systems, and they’re potentially carcinogenic.

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If I had my life to live over, I'd try to make more mistakes next time. I would relax, I would limber up, I would be crazier than I've been on this trip. I know very few things I'd take seriously any more. I'd certainly be less hygenic... I would take more chances, I would take more trips, I would scale more mountains, I would swim more rivers, and I would watch more sunsets. I would eat more ice cream and fewer beans. I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones. Oh, I've had my moments, and if I had to do it all over again, I'd have many more of them, in fact I'd try not to have anything else, just moments, one after another, instead of living so many years ahead of my day. If I had it to do all over again, I'd travel lighter, much lighter than I have. I would start barefoot earlier in the spring, and I'd stay that way later in the fall. And I would ride more merry-go-rounds, and catch more gold rings, and greet more people and pick more flowers and dance more often. If I had it to do all over again - but you see, I don't.

Jorge Luis Borges