Our apartment is lucky enough to have a basement recycling and trash center that is cleared out at least daily. But some neighborhoods don't have it nearly as good as we do.
Above it a photograph of trash piled up on a street corner in Brooklyn. I walk past a horizontal version of this down Avenue B on the way to my friend's house: there were bags almost completely blocking the sidewalk so I had to step into the heap to let some guys pass by earlier today.
Not only is the garbage a huge problem, but the amount of dead birds I see smashed on the sidewalk is less comforting. I swear, it's at least one a day.
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while reading this i pictured you "in my mind's eye" (Patent Pending - Galina Peters 2007) walking past mountains of trash to the tune of 'Inner City Pressure' as sung by Flight of the Conchords.
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