Ah, that sweet, satisfying moment when a plastic bottle leaves your hand and sinks into the depths of the ocean. Goodbye, trash! It’s a funeral for your guilt, right? Out of sight, out of mind. Wrong. What if I told you the ocean isn’t a graveyard? It’s a haunted house, and your trash is the ghost that refuses to leave.That bottle isn’t drowning to its death, it’s rising from the dead. It could be trapped in a turtle’s stomach, entangled in the coral reef, or washing up on some beach for unsuspecting beachgoers to step on, their toes shrieking in terror as they encounter your discarded junk. So next time you think about tossing something, remember: trash doesn’t vanish. It lingers. It returns. And it haunts forever. Just when you thought you were free of it, your waste will come back to remind you that in the ocean, nothing truly dies… it just keeps floating back to life.