Growing onto our landscape like weeds are brightly colored little boxes made of steel which collect what civilization discards. A beaten pair of shoes, a suit from a dead husband, toys scattered from children who are too old to enjoy them, sometimes just garbage from people too lazy to dispose of it themselves. These receptacles, scattered throughout our land, spring up almost overnight; subsisting on humanity’s cast offs for a brief time then disappearing as if they have never existed in our space at all. These are our new monuments. Shrines to overindulgent consumerism and our throwaway society.