Disposed of half-empty (Days Gone)

A few days ago, cycling my way back home, I noticed a half-empty packet of pesto laying on the ground. It would not be out of place if I was cycling along shelves of fresh produce in a shopping mall or an outdoor market, but this took place on a completely ordinary pavement dedicated to cyclists. Nothing particularly exciting about the location could be said either. The see-through, plastic packet was just laying on the concrete ground, not hurting anyone or attracting too much attention to itself. I knew it was pesto without a moment’s hesitation. As I was huffing and puffing by it, pushing the pedals propelling me faster and further, I took a mental picture of it. As best as I could. For no particular reason, maybe as a weird joke to myself. A pasta dish without the most essential condiment, silently, wailed from a kitchen far, far away. At the momentary glance that I had to examine it to the best of my abilities, I did not notice any foul play. It did not seem to be lost in an unfortunate stumble-related accident by a mysterious shopper, going home after a Thursday afternoon shopping spree. It also did not seem like it was thrown in a blind rage at an unfortunate passerby, I might add. It was just there. Uniquely half-consumed (or disposed-of), situated right next to a rusty drainpipe full of leaves, cigarette buds and funky water. <a href="https://medium.com/@NowisRants/disposed-of-half-empty-days-gone-5717a22ab374">Learn More</a>