A world of contrasts. On Saturday morning I ventured out (now that the awful smog seems to have cleared a bit). Visited an "organic" farm on the city outskirts and picked up some sage, tarragon, chicory and other stuff not usually available in the land of the pure. From there it was a short drive to hell on earth.

This place is three or four km of junk: forklifts, electric generators, scrap metal, anchors, chains, presses of all sorts, commercial pizza ovens, etc. Things are sold by their weight. So, a coffee machine was weighed and its price determined. The junk comes from Germany, America and France. Found a lovely wooden box, some mountain boots, but didn't buy anything. Soul-destroying or what. a worse indictment of capitalism I couldn't imagine. At one place there were hundreds old monitors (from a hospital?) and they were just stacked up there in the dust, sinking back into the dry earth. Jesus! (Next time will take photos).

And then, amazingly, amidst all that "stuff" I found a solitary bookshelf. It was crammed with books that were literally drowning in dust. I reached out to pick up a book and the pages nearly crumbled in my hands. It was a bit like that scene from The Time Machine. 

I've seen the future..

Things are going to slide.