Poppy

 

One sunny day, I was biking in a wooded rural area dotted with foliage and red poppies. Hidden in the underbrush were clusters of caterpillars that were devouring the leaves, leaving the bushes bare and covered in white webs. Their striped brown bodies reminded me of barcodes, and their consumption of the human race’s addiction to consumption and our carelessness of the waste left behind.