Dumpster Diving in Dystopia
We cherish the blood, sweat, and tears, but we forget about the trash of humanity.
12 min readMar 16, 2018
I remember the smell of my apartment. It smelled like milk, mixed with old fall leaves, mixed with your uncle’s shed, mixed with an Aeropostale department store, mixed with… well, it smelled like garbage, honestly. It smelled like garbage because everything in my apartment was…