第155页 Rubbish

When i mentioned the trash to the neighbours, they agreed that it was a disgrace. "It wasn't like this thirty years ago," said the woman in the house to the right of ours. She couldn't tell me why things had changed. It was just part of a general decline. In that regard it was like graffiti, something that had inexorably spread until people lost the will to fight against it. Then, to make themselves feel less powerless, they decided it was art. It tried looking at the trash that way: oh, how the light plays off that vodka bottle! Look at the bright blue candy wrapper, so vivid against the fallen brown leaves. It didn't work, though

So true, 我觉得无论是graffiti，trash，还是整个嬉皮或者hipster文化都是对生活投降之后自我安慰的一个借口。