I'm very interested in how your choice of images and captions demonstrate the ways "place" becomes a slippery term when thinking through toxicity. Is the West Lake landfill just a landfill? No, far from it. It is both a physical and conceptual place, where memories, relations of proximity, and histories of labor, capital, and property are interwoven. I particularly appreciated your breakdown of the landfill's Google page, especially its reviews and titular image. What is the affective role of sarcasm, irony, and humor happening here?
