That would be the floor, upon which I’m standing. Opinions vary as to exactly how much trash I constitute.
Two empty aluminum cans and one clothing tag.
I’m at my sisters. She has kids.
Sooooo much mess.
Zero. I’m on a public transit train. Surprisingly no trash. It isn’t clean, but no litter.
Some things are trash, while some I just need to move to better places.
Does dog fur count as trash?
Empty can, a tooth-pick and a piece of wrapper from a cookie packaging I just opened
Inside, nothing noticeable.
Outside, also nothing noticeable.
Lots of clutter, no trash. Maybe some of the papers in the coffee table that my toddler has scribbled on are trash, but I’m saving those for re-use until they get crumpled or I see her choose not to use them when she’a drawing.
None because I’m laying in bed and my nightstand is too small for garbage.
On a highway in the midwest US and the shoulders are clean, but also covered in snow. The snow is a double edge here with equally covering up and making trash more visibly at the same time.
Glasses, Nintendo Switch, ear buds, tin of sweets, lamp. No trash. Trash goes in the bin.
None, am on a boat
Do you consider the sofa I’m sat on a surface? In that case one me.
Hey, don’t talk about our friend Denjin that way.
One partly used tissue. It’s on a nightstand.
