The maid, holding the trash can, points to a nearby pile of Belongings. Water bottle. Crinkled paper and plastic bags. Balls of tissue, neatly arranged in the same bags. Sweets. A toothbrush in its purple protector. A notebook. Headphones. Price tags from their trip to the mall that have been pulled from the clothes. Plastic utensils sealed in their plastic bag. Napkin included. She wants to know if she should throw it out, if it's garbage. I want to say yes.
Laundry is done so that my clothes can get dirty again. Last night, in the rain, my autonomous pants jumped from the line into a puddle. They were cleaned, and that is sufficient.
