Monday, March 30, 2015

Life after the recycle bin, by Megan McGlynn

The walls and floor are cement, cold and hard. Oil stains form a nondescript mural in the center of the floor, the congealed onyx liquid a stark contrast to the aged flooring. Against the far wall, shelves house boxes of unused basketballs, footballs, baseball bats, gloves…pool rafts, swimming noodles, flippers....  Chalk, rusting scooters, bicycle helmets, roller skates…  Outdoor cushions form an unsteady tower on the top shelf, near the only window of the garage. A cluster of bicycles crowd the corner.

Trash bins sit like statues near the wide, retractable door, a film of grime over their black exterior. Although they see the sunlight every Monday, it is not enough—the harsh winds and snowdrifts of winter have done much damage. Juxtaposed is the recycle bin, its emerald exterior covered with the same film of grime.

Through the rays of light that illuminate the garage, the glass bottles at the base of the recycle bin sparkle, casting green, blue, and murky brown reflections onto the surrounding innards. From here, they’ll travel miles, over potholes and under overpasses, never able to see the light inside the dark recycle truck’s bed. 

Inside the glass treatment plant, there is too much noise. Machines and conveyor belts sort the bottles by color, and powerful streams of water wash away any impurities. Now dry, the bottles continue on the conveyor where machines crush the glass into jagged shards that mimic a chaotic mural. Soon, scalding liquid shapes the glass into different forms, so that new life is restored.        

Woven between the glass bottles are miscellaneous papers—very minimal printing is on the bleached leaflets. The papers take the same voyage as their glass counterparts, but they find new purpose within a different recycling plant. Inside, machines separate the paper into grades and types. Bathed in soapy water, inks, glues, staples and plastic films are removed. Once clean, the gelatinous leaflets are mixed with water and turned into slurry. Minerals are added to the slurry where an array of materials can be repurposed. Compressed between heavy rollers, the slurry is spread into thin sheets.           

Peeking from behind plastic milk jugs are soda cans in perfect condition. Their aluminum faces reflect minimal lighting. At the treatment plant, machines sort and clean the aluminum. Bathed in scorching liquid, the cans melt, and labels and inks are cleared away. From there, the aluminum is shaped into ingots—large, triangle-shaped blocks. Soon, the ingots are stretched into thin sheets, giving the aluminum greater flexibility to be made into new soda cans and chocolate wrappers.

Perched precariously above the bottles, paper and aluminum cans, are plastic milk and juice bottles. Their journey is the same as the others in the lot. Products are sorted by their identification codes, printed on the exterior resin. Massive machines shred the plastics into jagged flakes. Transported by a conveyor belt, the plastics are washed by powerful machines to clear away any lingering dirt, glue, sand, and grit. Now clear of impurities, the flakes are poured into pellets—large basins that make transport to production companies simpler.    

This is not the first lot that the recycle bin has housed—it is hardly the first, and will most certainly not be the last. The materials will change, the weather will offer difficulties. Curious night animals will explore what’s inside, though they will find little of interest. While their beginnings are vastly different, their journeys after life in the recycle bin are quite similar.   

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The exterior is solid brick with a low, flat roof. Narrow windows let minimal lighting inside, hiding the activity within, though the muffled noise from machines is hard to ignore. Inside, massive machines, made of shining metal, sort and clean glass bottles. Out of the nine million tons of glass that is thrown away each year, three million tons will be repurposed into sports turf, landscaping and brick manufacturing.

While their treatment plants are similar, the activity inside for recycling paper products is quite different than their other recyclable counterparts. Machines clear away any impurities—staples, inks, glues and plastic film. Transported by conveyor belt, the leaflets are put into an oversized, circular-shaped bin where they are mixed with water and turned into slurry. Pressed out into thin sheets, in between powerful rollers, these leaflets, like the other sixty-four percent of paper products recovered each year, will be repurposed into cardboard and cereal boxes. 

The aluminum treatment plant clears away any other impurities that collect on soda cans—inks and coatings—that are erased once the aluminum is melted. Like the other 100,000 aluminum products that are recycled each minute, these cans will be repurposed into a variety of products, including different types of soda cans and aluminum foil.

Plastic products are carried off to similar treatment plants as other recyclable goods, yet their experience within the plant contrasts to its counterparts. Products are sorted by their respective identification codes, printed on the resin of the plastics. Powerful machines clear away any imperfections that may have marked the exterior, and other extremities are washed away by powerful streams of water.  Out of the two- point- twelve million tons of plastic products that have been recycled, this is hardly the last lot that the treatment plant will harvest for repurposing into fleece or carpeting, to deck furniture and artificial lumber.

While each recycling plant generates enough products to repurpose an array of different materials, there are still many products that have yet to experience the rebirth of recycling.     

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Miles away, on the outskirts of town, only forest animals inhabit the desolate woodlands, where fallen brown and orange leaves hide the cold earth. Snowdrifts from winter have formed along the bank of the narrow river, though the thin sheet of ice that froze the flowing water has melted. 

Trapped within the dirt and strands of grass are aluminum wrappers and cans that just touch the ebbing water, left from careless campers and hikers. The wind howls, blowing a gentle breeze through the branches of naked trees, where a plastic bag waves like a flag to a forgotten country off one of the lower branches. 

A doe and her fawns stamp down the fallen leaves and aluminum cans to reach the water. A curious fawn stops and lowers his muzzle to a glass bottle that casts a blue hue onto the silt, and touches his nose to the cold glass. Disinterested, he follows his mother the rest of the way to the water.

The forest and the creatures that inhabit it are no stranger to the peculiar objects that take up space within their home—glass bottles, aluminum cans and plastic bags—and from the careless campers and hikers that come annually, surely more of these disturbances will appear. 

Works Cited

 “How Plastic Recycling Equipment Works.”  Thomasnet.  Thomas Publishing Company.  n.d.  Web.  March 16, 2014

Pulley, Brenda.  “Recycling Facts & Stats.”  Keep America Beautiful.  Keep America Beautiful Inc.  Web.  March 18, 2014

Recycling-guide.  n.p.  2003.  Web.  March 16, 2014

“What Happens to Recycled Items?”  Savemobile.  n.p.  2003.  Web.  March 18, 2014    

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1 comment:

  1. This is informative and descriptive, Megan. Who knew recycling was such a complex process? (Not me, obviously.)

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