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 …