...just to the northwest of Hawaii, where the white dot is on the center of this globe. Chris Jordan's photos from there are a sight to see. Birds strewn with plastic debris. Weird grotesque still lives, natures mortes. The bones and feathers are aged and whitened. The plastic is still fresh. HT @no_bridge_leap (Nico).
I'm reminded of the last haunting line of Plastic Bag (Ramin Bahrani), narrated by Werner Herzog: “If I could meet my maker, I would tell her just one thing: I wish that she had created me so that I could die.”
I agree with Anthony Paul Smith that this is one of the most affecting movies on ecology ever made. You really feel for this bag, jellyfish-like, abject, made to carry the crap of the world.
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