A store located in a commercial alley of Bogotá has been packed with wrinkled paper balls. These balls surround a trash bin and they press it against the window allowing passersby to observe its empty bottom.
Upon a series of visits to recycling companies in search of materials we were confronted to huge amounts of trash. Our bodies felt minuscule surrounded by so many mountains of archive paper. As we walked around we had to wonder why so many efforts are constantly submerged, buried under the suspicious weight of some accepted final results. Even though the thin but consistent surface of our society is based on the common agreement of certain things being values, achievements, and successes and others being failures, mistakes and trash, it comes as no surprise that everything we try to hide or disappear could also carry some unexpected value or an unforeseen use. Trash then appears as just a byproduct of laziness.