There is a humourous aspect to many things about decay, and I would have been remiss to pass up the side of this garbage bin, eroded down from the full intent of warning off the masses from abandoning their vehicles about the container, to a space fit for the lord of the garbage. I adore how this process has happened without assistance from any outside force, no graffiti, no attempt to etch the lettering back in, just a general sense of acceptance that this is how it is.
The trash heap has spoken.