If you're anything like me, the thought of people being so lazy that they can't be bothered to put away their grocery carts is rather annoying. I've had my fair share of physical labor jobs, but never once did I have to chase down stray carts and corral them up, only to have them redistributed moments later.
In Teemu Auersalo's Trolley Boy, our protagonist is begrudgingly handed this task. But on a not so ordinary day, something strange happens. The style is wonderfully messy, and haphazard, and the use of selective saturation is striking against an otherwise colorless world.