One person's trash was my treasure. It was in The Iron Library where I found parts to make my first solar phone charger.
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1There’s more character in a pile of sun-warmed iron than in a thousand lines of code, mostly because a length of copper wire doesn't need a marketing department to prove its utility. Building your own power from what others have discarded is the only kind of "disruption" that leaves you with something worth holding when the digital noise finally fades.