Trash and Cables

At first walking in the alley behind my condo seems mundane, at best. PD (my dog) likes to run in the park, the park is at the end of the alley. I like to swim at the beach, the beach is at the other end of the alley. I go to work each morning and the alley is between my work and home. It's more clear to me right now that there are otherworldly meditations in any "familiar" zone.
Particularly trash! Trash changes and changes and changes. It is completely unwanted. and left behind. Birds want it. We used to want it but now we don't. Trash feels angry and sad but mostly it's passive and dead. and it's not even home, it has no home. It is on the way to the dump with the other trash...where Oscar lives.
And Cables! Great bundles and expanses of cables carrying all sorts of things. Like huge veins connecting us, feeding us, informing us. Has it always been like this? I guess before cables it was religion. Cowed by cables!