Pity that this man have no mouth, no words.. So I will have the pleasure as first to speak with a plastic bottle!Poor plastic bottle! You have not such a pretty destiny like a glass bottle, which travel through seas to bring love letters! You can only imagine the voice of seagulls, those flies touching the foam of the sea.
Who knows if one day, the glass bottle will remember you: dissappered because the einviroment was not your friend.