Mar 25, 2025
Elegy for the Age of Garbage
byChrisWhite They built their world from garbage, not as a metaphor, but as a sacrament. It was in the blackened ribcage of discarded televisions and the sickened, sun-scabbed bones of milk jugs where they saw the cathedral of their purpose. Radicals, all of them, baptized in piss and petroleum, dreaming of fire. They spoke with the tongues of the dead and believed themselves clean. They…