I've always been reluctant to get behind the "stash your trash" mantra. Not because I enjoy stepping on gum or approve of garbage dumped along the road, but because of the "out of sight, out of mind" mentality it instills in us. The very idea of "trash" implies that something is inherently worthless just because we say so, and the act of throwing it "away" gives us license to forget its very existence.
Just like the forgotten people of this world (see EcoJustice series) I am interested in the forgotten objects of this world. So I took a trip to the San Francisco Dump (Transfer Station) to see what happens on the other end of our squeaky clean consumer reality.
