necessity luxury and excess

living without a permanent place of residence really puts into perspective what necessity really means. and how much we under appreciate the luxuries of life. and how disposable these luxuries are to us.
i see a lot of these luxuries disposed of out of the windows of vehicles and splattered across the road i am trying to travel on, or caught in the stems of the flowers, or trying desperately to rip free of the branch of a tree, while blowing in the wind. i cant understand why people think, if they throw it out of the window, it is gone.
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anyway, im in alabama and its quite hot and humid. im told it gets worse, which i cant imagine. southern food is kinda amazing though. buttermilk pie. yummmmmmm.