Trash
I’ve always been drawn to the junk in our lives. Stuff that somehow like the air we breathe we simply don’t see. Yet it’s always there in ever growing dimension in our media driven consumer society.
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
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Trash
I’ve always been drawn to the junk in our lives. Stuff that somehow like the air we breathe we simply don’t see. Yet it’s always there in ever growing dimension in our media driven consumer society.
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
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Trash
I’ve always been drawn to the junk in our lives. Stuff that somehow like the air we breathe we simply don’t see. Yet it’s always there in ever growing dimension in our media driven consumer society.
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
I remember places where people still live in a world before consumerism. Where food, shelter, clothing, energy are local. Where the ingredients of life come from close by, not travelling tens of thousands of kilometres before a brief moment of joy. Mass desire and consumption has seeped into every dimension of our lives. It long ago coloured and formed how we think, how we behave.
This little pile of newest trash in a back lane somehow captures it. Beer from Japan. Coffee, plastics, cardboard, inks, machines to make it all, ships trucks and airplanes to carry it from the four corners of our planet. Global industries to harvest make and transport it to you, wherever you are.
And then it’s tossed out. Somehow over time the needs of the village have become the wants of our lives. Taking this picture made me think. In all of my travels the architecture that I most admire, the most profound, the most complete and accomplished was conceived and constructed in a much earlier world. A world where resources and labour were of value and expended with care. Why?
