When plastic confetti blankets the ocean bed…
When the last dry sip of palm oil has been sucked from homeless trees…
Only when everyone has written their name on an object they had no part in creating in a corner of a fridge that belongs to no one…
When seagulls hover over the last streetburger…
Only when we notice that the light goes out as we close the door…
Only then will come the panic, the dumping, the sudden loss, the great disconnecting – of fridges, of cultures, of thought.