A RECYCLING FACILITY: "OUR FOOTPRINT IN THE SANDS OF TIME"
Once inside the cavernous and dampdark smelly place of echoes I maneuver timidly my little van, so fearful of the filthy huge headlong machines that ram debris, compress it crushed into the steep gray mountainside of stained and smelly plastic tarp, of cardboard, sofas, stapled wood - waste we don't... Sign in to see full entry.