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| f534641 | The cars and trucks that passed this way threw their trash out into the forest without pause, faster than the gleaners could pick them up and find new uses for them. The waste had always struck Maceo as a disgusting mystery, but now, it made sense. The indestructible plastic bottles and wrappers that rained on the ground were not merely trash, but seeds--diabolical harbingers of the alien ecology of metal and plastic and advertising that ha.. | Cody Goodfellow | ||
| 458e096 | Every underground scene dies a long slow death as the tourists close in, until nothing's left but posers ogling each other over the bleached remains. If | Cody Goodfellow |