Gunnar Larson Gunnar Larson

Refuse

Bag upon bag of environmental detritus lined the street. Tree branches, twigs, and leaves poked holes in the black garbage bags, trying to force themselves back into the world. Instead of deteriorating and returning their nutrients to the soil, they will become trapped in the plastic that will never rot. The manicured hillside, hidden by the fence from the street, will be their prize to keep for themselves.

No. 067

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