Garbage Is, always. We will die, civilization will crumble, life as we know it will cease to exist, but trash will endure, and there it was on the street, our ceaselessly erected, ceaselessly broken cenotaphs to ephemera and disconnection and unquenchable want.
垃圾,总是。我们将死去，文明将崩溃，我们所知道的生命将不复存在，但垃圾将继续存在，它就在街上，我们不断地竖起，不断地破碎，成为转瞬即逝、支离破碎、无法满足的欲望的纪念碑。