The Waste Piles

Here, in the hinterparts of the parasitic organism, we can see the extent of the destruction. For a single species of tree the whole of the forest is wasted. The clacking of the conveyors is constant. As the waste piles grow in size and increase in number, one can estimate, not just the rate of loss, but also the size and character of the missing mass.

Sitting at a child's toy piano a boreal owl plays an ode to carbon. In a meadow, several critters attempt an interpretive dance, one of them playing the part of the tragic fairy Mycorrhizae.

At a Presto-log distribution center a sales rep holds aloft in his right hand a plastic-wrapped monolith. A Strauss waltz played on an electronic keyboard begins to build. The scene fades to black.


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Spawning Ground || Morning on the River | Pioneer Phase | Waste Piles
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