Industry has a poor metabolism. Half of what it swallows it spits out. Our most trivial gestures leave outlasting traces. It's never been easier to survive death & let the coming ones know we've really been there before them. But this perverse & effortless eternity is one of junk. If humans do not break down completely, the pile of waste each leaves behind is more than what stays undecayed of them. A train of litter.