Junkyard

I was going to call this the raddest junkyard in the city, but then I realized it might be the only junkyard in the city.  Whatever, it’s still rad as hell to rush by on a train:

When the city is done with you and finally ready to spit you out, this is where you inevitably end up.  If you’re the Brave Little Toaster, that is.  There’s probably also something poignant to say about human waste, but I’ll leave that to the poets in the comments.

The whole set after the jump.

One Response to “Junkyard”

  1. manymachines says:

    I got teary at the end of Toy Story 3.