by Travis Mateer
I temporarily moved my trash truck from my TAAAAAZ after providing my historical reasoning for this site selection in today’s first post in order to get some special trash/treasure items I’ve collected over the years, but when I returned, ALAS, the alleged owners of this land (Missoula Redevelopment Agency) had their cleanup squad ready to go.
As I patiently waited for the responding police officers to talk to me, I considered my options. Should I stop this attempt to direct my efforts in a manner that matches the absurdity of the day, or should I select a NEW location to assemble a creative declaration of my TRASH ALCHEMIST presence along the river corridor?
The latter, of course. But first, here’s the interaction I conjured through the artful assemblage of trash where the Sleepy Inn once stood. Notice how the police officers never officially trespass me from the property. That’s a key point were I to choose to return in order to reassert my sovereignty over this future THUNDERDOME!
Now, I got get going. Will they see the FORREST through the old Salcido trees? We shall see.
