detritus

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What the heck did you expect? A normal name? Nope, still stuck on the latinate lead-ins. This collection of photographs is not quite a project, but is more than a random collection.

I park on the second floor of my parking garage, and it is much easier to just walk down one flight of steps and out to the street than to take the elevator. I began to notice that someone arriving before me every day would leave food-related garbage from their car on an electrical junction box just inside the exterior door to the garage. The strange thing about this is that there is a garbage can on the street literally right outside the door not more than five steps away from this convenient little ledge. So it became clear to me that a person unknown was trying to pass messages to me. How else can you explain this? The voices in my head have confirmed that this is what is going on. So a few years ago, I began documenting this strange series of messages spoken in the language of consumer debris. Since the garbage is all I have, I have been forced to write my own narrative to accompany the pictures. I hope you enjoy.