Day 209: A-pole-ogue

I've omitted bits of the flagpole fable.  Before it was flagged, double flagged, single flagged again (I don't think I mentioned that), shamelessly stripped, and finally abducted, I was hauntingly moved to watercolor a tribute to the proud flagless pole....never knowing the role that pole would play. Creepy, huh?

"Self Pole-trait"

Sweden is a very Green country. Swedes are relentless recyclers. Public transport runs, rolls, and rides rampant. But so do receipts. It is 'the law' (so I've heard via 1 Swede). Cashiers must give a receipt for every, and I mean every transaction. Big or Small. Cash or Card. A Nintendo Wii...Receipt. A jug of milk...Receipt. A cheap Swedish draft beer in a plastic cup (paid for with coin)...Receipt. Coffee on the street...Receipt. No, "would you like your receipt with that?". Returned change and receipt are inseparable. 

When sorting my trash, in the Swedish [and sensible] way, I was swamped with piles of pesky proofs of purchase. 

So, on the same day I received that wonderful notebook [from a wonderful sister & a wonderful pete] I decided...I decided to save EVERY receipt until [???]. I decided out loud, to a classmate as my witness. I will do something extraordinary with them. Probably art. But what? Suggestions Welcome.