Paper blows through the wasteland Depleted. Corrugated metal rusts. People live in shacks made of unwanted objects, clothing in tatters. Worn down things serve worn down purposes. Scraps of cloth fly from poles marking villages of refuse and homes of healers. Everything has been lost and found again. Treasure seekers find many worthless artifacts. Acres of Depleted go on. Engines sit quietly on heaps of rusted parts. Wild dogs, rats, cats, and lizards scamper in tunnels of refuse. The resourceful residents use what they can find to survive. Some try to create beauty. They awake at night when the heat dissipates and clear circles of rubbish for dancing. They climb garbage piles and try to see where Depleted ends, “See that wave, could it be the beginning of a river?”
A reader, writer and thinker's journal.
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