Bin night. No one else in the street has put their bins out. maybe they forgot, maybe its not bin night. Maybe I'm psychotic and , maybe i'm not putting my bin out but instead i'm an insane hoarder decorating my neighbourhood with junk. Hideous litter and gaudy trash decorations like the inflatable santa that popped up since i last looked down the street. Madness. We serve the bins, they are our masters. The giant santa watches me as I retreat back up the driveway.