Dumpster Diary 1: The Dumpster
The dumpster isn’t meant to be destroyed but I know it’s inevitable. I’ve been dreaming of destroying it for days, weeks even. Every time I sit down to paint a wall, create a molding for the front or glue another piece together I imagine pouring it into the ocean, setting it on fire, or tearing it to pieces.
I finally put the whole thing together this morning. It’s not a question of if it falls apart, but when. In transport? During a sudden thunderstorm? Maybe the whole thing will fall apart in the middle of a scene, wouldn’t that be brilliant? I’ve only now realized that I still need to build a door so we can get in and out of the dumpster without resorting to Olympian feats. Also I need more zip ties.












