Dirty

8.30am

We meet at Storre theatre in the frigid cold, to remove the load from the back of their farm truck. The inventory is loosely created, with the pen freezing and struggling to write the words on the yellow legal pad.

Supported (I say supported rather than helped because I can very unprepared for the weather and the state of the “stuff”). I knew what was coming and I am no stranger to work that requires dirty, nasty things picked up out of dirty nasty places. I have a diverse resume. However, I was a little dumbstruck with the stuff. We had arranged to bring this inside a teaching space. The load filled the back of the truck.

Just a note before I start, I won’t say dirty before every piece, but it’s important that in your mind, you think dirty before every item described because everything was not just dirty, but grimy, covered in a layer of silt, sand, mold, algae, and other such things.

An old tire was prominent, with inner steel ring, some sort of enameled casing, rebar, metal fence posts, plastic, bottles, lighters, plastic bottles, glass, plastic, bottles, underware, bottles, plastic, concrete, plastic, plastic. I mention plastic, it’s not a dirty word, but it is very lightweight, and very promient in our way of living.

Jodi and John carefully removed everything from the back of the truck, I carried the smaller bags upstairs and allowed the larger, potentially more smelly pieces, outside to photograph and store elsewhere. Seeing it all .

#trash #residue #city #urban