Each generation goes through the trash of previous generations, looks for overlooked beauty and meaning in the refuse that might lend understanding to the present. What's left?
I told my dad I went to MoMA, he responded: "It's all garbage." #rubbish
Edit 3/ 19/2014: Even this commentary is recycled, I'm sure. Hear it elsewhere? Heard it better? Please enlighten us with a comment below.