I remember seeing an exhibition in Antiqua years ago, of photos taken by the kids that lived in the garbage dumps of Guatemala City.

The poorest of the poor. Picking an existence (far removed from a life) among the toxic mountains of waste. The chance of breaking out, more elusive than finding that rusty nail in a shit stack. Literally.

And then finding out that garbage patch people are endemic to all the rubbish tips of all the cities in the so-called third world.

Here's an article about the children of the garbage fields in Phnom Penh.

There is no spectacular terror at play here, just daily low-intensity horror.