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Farzin AzarmUprising
This photograph immerses us in the city—sets us afloat. We ride a wave and
experience a purposeless drift through the streets. Along with the rushing
current, we arrive at a focal point—a place where the north, south, east, and
west of the city converge, where trash, in sync with the swirling motion of
water, has settled into a rectangular void. From the vantage point of this
refuse, we observe the street and its people. A mass left behind by
consumerism—shoved down into the city's lower layers by its creators, so that
the surface remains presentable. Each piece of garbage has arrived from a
different direction, now compressed together, looking over the city’s open
space, seeking a way out.
This is a moment on the brink of eruption. Plastic bottles have begun to
push past the edges of the rectangle. The once-gentle stream that carried these
marginalized fragments here has reached a dead end—and now begins to surge. It
won’t be long before it spills into the street and disrupts the mechanical
order above.
