Have you ever fixed a broken bowl?

Reflections on a society of waste.

I broke a bowl the other day.

I had it sitting on my breakfast counter, and when I went to move it to make room for something else, it simply slipped out of my hand — I felt it slip through my fingers a split second before it happened and my heart went, Ohno — and then, *prriaak*: shards all over the kitchen floor.

Luckily it was ceramic, not glass so it broke into one big piece and 12-15 smaller, easily salvageable pieces, and random ceramic dust.

I collected the bigger fragments and swept up the bits — should have thrown it all away but I didn’t.

Instead, I binned the tiny bits and set the bigger pieces aside to fix another day.

Why?

I don’t know, really.

It’s not like the bowl cost a lot in terms of money — I think I swapped a plate of chicken curry and cumin rice for this + 2 other bowls at a trueque¹, which means a) some…