my eye first goes to the two boys, a gaze channeled by those converging walls, a displaced reminder of all the walls of Gaza and Palestine. The boys are split, cut by the line of the horizon. then the garbage, on its way to the sea, if it ever gets there. the frozen seagulls suggest the only motion, but it's a chaotic motion that goes nowhere. You can't see left or right; those walls seem new and sturdy and uncrumbled, built to last. The garbage was there but I focused on it last, I think.
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