That would be the floor, upon which I’m standing. Opinions vary as to exactly how much trash I constitute.

Nearly 200 pounds of trash made up of 70% water and a bunch of carbons… 🙃

Lots of clutter, no trash. Maybe some of the papers in the coffee table that my toddler has scribbled on are trash, but I’m saving those for re-use until they get crumpled or I see her choose not to use them when she’a drawing.

None because I’m laying in bed and my nightstand is too small for garbage.

Not much

I’m at my sisters. She has kids.

Sooooo much mess.

Big night last night, blunt was rolled and smoked which is out of character. It’s singed, brown corpse is relaxing at the edge of an ash pool inside the “ass”-tray my wife bought a few years ago. The wrapper is also on my desk. Two is my answer.

Inside, nothing noticeable.

Outside, also nothing noticeable.

Zero. I’m on a public transit train. Surprisingly no trash. It isn’t clean, but no litter.

Two empty aluminum cans and one clothing tag.

No trash, loooootta dust.

Zero

A very modest amount of dust. It’s a bathroom sink.

I’m on my porch, and what’s out here is 50% trash.

Glasses, Nintendo Switch, ear buds, tin of sweets, lamp. No trash. Trash goes in the bin.