Dan Syrek

On a drizzly winter afternoon Dan Syrek stalks the edge of a city street, sloshing through mud puddles and dodging chuckholes, when he spots a piece of plastic sheeting beneath a bush. He clicks a hand counter to record the finding. A few feet away he spots a few shards of plaster. Click. A large sheet of cardboard. Click. Scattered pieces of wood. Click. To the uninitiated, the items being recorded are merely trash, the random detritus of a mobile society.

On a drizzly winter afternoon Dan Syrek stalks the edge of a city street, sloshing through mud puddles and dodging chuckholes, when he spots a piece of plastic sheeting beneath a bush. He clicks a hand counter to record the finding. A few feet away he spots a few shards of plaster. Click. A large sheet of cardboard. Click. Scattered pieces of wood. Click. To the uninitiated, the items being recorded are merely trash, the random detritus of a mobile society.