Junk Mail

This is a picture of the amount of junk mail that's accumulated around my mail box in a single day. A single day. The guy who deliveres the bulk of it has skin as brown and as tough as leather. He ambles past, fish-hook postured, exhaling in little huffs - his bag hangs half-open, carrying the remainder of his load of brochures. He never smiles. Never says hello. He keeps his head down and eye's the ground.