As the seasons change and the snow melts, the refuse of our exploits are resolved in the tragic irony of indifference. All the garbage discarded expeditiously in our haste is revealed for observance. For months the snow has concealed our callous discharge of superficiality, its retreat and dissolution exposing our true negligence of duty. The disrespect with which we so casually disregard our environment becomes clear when the trash of an entire winter of convenience comes out in the wash. Fast food packaging, industrial flotsam, soiled prophylactics, the skulls of a million forgotten children, spent syringes, battered jerry cans, ignored and abandoned responsibilities, all is revealed in the spring thaw. All of our inadequacies and criminal betrayal of reverence, all of our waste is indicative of our ignorance and subjugation in our relationship with Mother Earth. The mounds of garbage can be landfilled, incinerated or chemically dissolved but they cannot be destroyed, only transformed. Just as we are driven through our corrupted conscience of utilitarianism to objectify that which cannot be defined, we continue to feel compelled to transform our surroundings from what is beautiful and sacred into the scarred landscapes of our own subconscious guilt and self-loathing. Two thousand years of trash litters the grounds of our personal self-justification. We turn a blind eye while the landfills swell and leach into the ground water, further contaminating what little potable sources remain. Media hypnotism and mantras of materialism have nurtured a culture of destruction, a culture of hatred and denial. If the height of industrial progress is to be the fashioning of mechanisms which obliterate our observations of ontological necessity, then we seem to have already succeeded in destroying ourselves. For if progress can be distilled down to nothing other than egress, we have failed in our attempt to move forward and simply wallow in our own refuse such as contemptible self-limiting parasites. How long can we sustain ourselves on garbage before we coil into tetanic shock? The air we breathe, the food we consume, the water we drink is all saturated with plastics and metals, with synthetic pheromones and endocrine disruptors, with teratogenic compounds developed solely to transform our own genome into an android of condemnation and toxigenic reprisal. Mountains of white trash loom on the horizon as the drums beat those remaining into a cabal of cannibals with all attention focused on the cacophony of digitized death emanating from a monolith of industrial doom.
