Thursday, March 6, 2008

is garbage so private?

Thursday, March 6, 2008

“I took the bag out to the garage and emptied it. The compressed bulk sat there like an iconic modern sculpture, massive, squat, mocking. I jabbed at it with the butt end of a rake and then spread the material over the concrete floor. I picked through it item by item, mass by shapeless mass, wondering why I felt guilty, a violator of privacy, uncovering intimate and perhaps shameful secrets…. But why did I feel like a household spy? Is garbage so private? Does it glow at the core of personal heat, with signs of one’s deepest nature, clues to secret yearnings, humiliating flaws? What habits, fetishes, addictions, inclinations? What solitary acts, behavioral ruts?”

- Don DeLillo, White Noise, 1984

1 comments:

Anonymous said...

Stolen identity anyone?

 
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