Studented Dimentia

Well it must be August because the great migration of people and their things is in full swing. Garbage dumpsters all across the town overflow with the discarded remnants of the past school year. The yearly tradition of purging dingy apartments and east-side flop houses of accumulated junk that is no longer any use to those who bought them. Perhaps out of pure disregard to or pure ignorance of that amount of filth they lay upon our city, these offspring of the white-collar elites leave what they don’t want behind. And what they leave behind is the rotting stink of our consumer based disposable culture. Every year it happens and the whole community just stands by, assuming that the garbage haulers will take care of it, allowing their “quaint” little lives to continue, refuse free. The bees are in full swing, swarming around decaying fruits instead of pollinating the flowers of the Pearl Street beds. The raccoons pace the streets instead of being kept within the confines of the University. Fights break out right above my head as I try to plummet to sleep each early morning. But, hey, with an overwhelmingly massive import economy based almost entirely upon a growing service industry, maybe they are actually helping out by trashing what they don’t want, opening more opportunities for more buying, more consumption with seemingly infinite monetary resources. Guess what guys? It runs out. Mom and Dad won’t pay for it forever, or maybe they will, and if this is the case, well, I just feel sorry for you. Well until next year…