Smog rises, curling tentacles reaching heavenward and blocking the light from Helios. It is an oiled, inky blackness prenatural in its beauty. Below, lies a refuse comprised ocean. Bulldozers groan, creaking as they churn waves of filth. Funneled from the pipe exhausts of these lumbering monstrosities is the smell of burning oil and gasoline mingling with the pungent, sickly-sweet smell of garbage. Plastic bottles, bits of styrofoam, and cardboard improperly recycled rattle together not unlike the roaring of waves as they are shunted into piles that quickly form mounds linking together like a chain of rolling hills.