Miniature meditations on the imagery I notice as my life moves me around my country and the world.
Saturday, January 21, 2017
Landfill ziggurat, Atlanta
I must confess a love for the shapes of landfills: they are the ceremonial ziggurats of our time, great hills of earth raised at a perfectly defined slope, with the precise layers of access paths circling a flattened top. The midden-heaps of our people are mighty indeed, and will remain a testament to this state of civilization for millennia to come, the reshaped earth looming low, yet bulking on the horizon.