Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Garbage Day


Long before the sun rose the big trucks were on the move, loud and rumbly, moving out like cells into the circulation of the streets.  In the city some scrambled at the last minute to get their containers to the curb in time to receive their weekly allotment.

It had been nearly two years now since the end of what was called "the free ride" by those wielding the stick of power, when everything was turned upside down.  Now garbage was mined from the landfills, loaded into the trucks, and dispersed to the residents of the city to do with as they would.

Most just burned it all, which is why the dank miasma hung about nearly everywhere and always. Many attempted to create art with it yet few were successful, and those that failed merely transmogrified the garbage into another state of garbage.  One had figured out how to turn it into bins for garbage that could then be filled and neatly stacked wherever one might find the space. But it was a losing game, for it just kept coming with no end in sight.

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