Sunday, February 22, 2004

The waste

Pollution is not really like what you seen on the big screen. All rivers are not an ugly mess with green sandy shores and endless tires. You generally cannot catch car parts with a fishing pole, or anything recognizable for that matter. Its not as though the unnatural things are stacked on top of the natural things in a way that makes them separable. This place is not an even mix between clean places and polluted spots, sanitized and empty between the litter.

The mess is more ground in than that. Broken glass could most certainly permeate the river shores, little crystals of beer bottles, pounded by boots, snaking miles into the granites below. Its like the filth is more particles than anything, pieces of dirtiness blown into everything. Pay attention, you never know what you are touching. It could have been parts of a space shuttle, or Thomas Jefferson’s condom. No UPC codes left to split them and ordain their importance, just functionless and depressed if an object could be such...

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