posted: June 29, 2009
It's a cold winter day on a side street heading west. The puddles have a thin shell of ice and there's a  dusting of powdery snow on the sidewalks. Some frost collects on the rubbish filling Bernard's little shack.

Bernard is crushed every evening when the Super crams the building's trash in his cubby, and is not released until daybreak by Sid and Strange, who man the garbage truck.

The daily harvest of crud has grown with the new crop of residents who have moved into the building. The mountain of detritus of these bored and boring snobs -- twice-worn shoes, boxes from J Crew and Fresh Direct, last year's yoga mats -- piles up around Bernard more than ever before.

Trapped and released and trapped again in his garbage heap every day, Bernard can't take it any more.