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I was watching a press conference about recycling and they made me think about cardboard.

They say that we can now recycle magazines and the magazines we recycle will be made into cardboard. Well then what happens?

What happens to cardboard? Does cardboard get recycled?

If it doesn't then there must be a cave of people living, dressed as cardboard robots, who find the material sustainably useful.  Cardboard burns quite well, actually. Kept us warm on those cold savage nights. Our beards grew, pride diminished, and desperation became realized. We ate cardboard for 2 solid weeks. solid. The sandy-stone cliffs waved in the heat and of course, the only evaporative activity was to spill from the cave.

Shreds of cardboard tapered into grainy puddles and your eyes tilted up to a shrinking figure; starkly mad, looking for a piece of chicken. 

The American was hungry for chicken. He heard it in a song and now wanted to live- and die- it.

His camouflage was distracting, but business good. American smiled a lot. He had things to sell, most of them covered in cardboard. As boxes, you know. He wanted a good price. The fish I had to offer was not much to cover for the scented candles and worn denim. I promised to pay him back.

It all came to a crest: exposure to youtube, ebay, television, satellites...

Knowing how America created itself, the crests made surfing more fun. No matter what shrinking island I was from, America was a rock.