American cities are like badger holes, ringed with trash—all of them—surrounded by piles of wrecked and rusting automobiles, and almost smothered with rubbish. Everything we use comes in boxes, cartons, bins, the so-called packaging we love so much. The mountains of things we throw away are much greater than the things we use.
I have several teacher friends who teach a lesson on how much trash each of us produces. It is astounding. My son works in a recycling plant, a futile endeavor. About the only thing we actually manage to properly recycle is cardboard.
We are burying ourselves in trash. We are filling our oceans with trash. It is insane.
