Our modern world is overflowing with unwanted, superfluous things: single-use plastics, discarded toys, outdated electronics, old books, broken furniture etc... This refuse fills our streets, chokes our waterways and wreaks havoc in our environment, yet the culture we live in pushes us to always want new, shiny things often at the expense of the old. Write a short story or poem from the viewpoint of one of these pieces of trash. What was its life before being dumped? How does it feel now that it has been abandoned? Does it have any hope for the future? Please tag me in the body of your work or in the comments! The entry with the most votes wins!