Reflections

A Sunday visit to the city dump. Very busy..queueing to relieve ourselves. Woodchip... flatpack... landfill. Dismantling the past.

Not quite Stig Of The Dump. Not even Agnes Varda's The Gleaners and I. More a wake up call or hot impatient horn to remind us of what we use to be..and the albatross of consumerism we carry to the skips. Like an old partner we got sick of seeing and had to dump. Out of sight out of mind...