DAY 26
Those who manage this trash area are taking their “who gives a shit” attitude to new heights. I wonder, why build a fence when you just spread your rubbish here and there anyway? I can’t stop thinking about how that umbrella came to die right there. Picture the trash guy stepping over it every time he flings some more waste over his shoulder, or between his legs. It is really no surprise that a little purple bike could show up an stay rent free. Apparently for eternity.
