Depende

As I was walking past the semi former crack den on the corner of my house in DC through the earth, Hennessey bottles and cigarette butts, my immediate reaction was of course, this is dirty. I then reflected upon where my shoes had previously been: fighting the somewhat open sewers, with various manifestations of garbage and mysteries of the street turning the soles of my new sandals from a bronze to a black in the rains of the favelas in Rio. As I have said many times before, everything is relative. Nothing is certain, it can all change depending on the circumstances. So I suppose outside my street does not seem so dirty anymore. What a word anyway. Dirty, how non-descriptive is it. Dirty, the act of having dirt on it. Why is what is considered to be fertile and life bringing, such as the earth, turn into something meriting disdain? Strange the way the world works sometimes.