"What she learned from watching their reactions was that they paid her class act to indulge in themselves that feeling—the one that oscillates somewhere between sympathy, shame and disgust. The same kind of feeling discharged by other single-use bodies: migrants, refugees, sex workers.
But unlike the glamourless poor, plastic awkwardly refuses to die. And they wanted that feeling contained, guilt-free, something to be watched, enjoyed on the beach, then forgotten about in sleep. And so she was, and continued to be, the plastic bag girl."