Dumpster Diving in Dystopia

We cherish the blood, sweat, and tears, but we forget about the trash of humanity.

Alice C. Minium
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…

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Alice C. Minium

Richmond-based writer, investigative researcher, and police abolitionist. Contact me at alice@openoversightva.org.