Bwog has yet to obtain a definitive interpretation of the regularly occurring exhibit above the Ferris trash compartments. Observers cite an almost daily recurrence of the piece, with gradual increase throughout the day, reaching a peak around lunchtime. Many see it as a representation of freshman struggles: the never-ending mountain of stress and woe that inevitably overflows the fragile container of the human psyche. Yet others have determined it to be symbolic of information overload in the digital age, where electronic stimuli affect even the ability to read which bin is trash and which is recycling. In any case, the installation (continued indefinitely?) creates a powerful motif: the all-too-real rejection of material goods, shucking one’s hands of any unworthy preoccupations because another trash can is just so far away.

The soul cannot be contained within its mortal bounds