Last week, for a show on a tellurian business of trash, we talked to a MIT rabble trackers. The researchers trustworthy tiny trackers to 3 thousand pieces of rubbish — an aged dungeon phone, a sofa, a soda can, a banana peel, anything that people in Seattle brought them. Some things went to landfills. Others done it out of a nation to be recycled.
Carlo Ratti, who ran a project, told us one lady brought in teddy bear. “She told us that it was a teddy bear she’s [had] all of her life,” pronounced Ratti. “But indeed now she had to chuck it away, her beloved was revelation her.” The lady wanted to know where her teddy bear finished up, and when we listened her story, we did too. After we talked to Ratti, we asked a MIT people to puncture into their database and lift a teddy bear’s records.
They sent us a spreadsheet with a longitudes and latitudes for all a stops a teddy bear made. we plugged it into Google Maps:
The final row: 45.6405383347,-120.213110447
I zoomed in:
It’s a landfill.