Once I happened to live close to a landfill. That mountain was towering high a few hundreds meters from my home and kept on reminding of itself, obliterating the view and poisoning the air. A forest, a river and fields, people living at the foot of that mountain and animals – everything was mixed up with garbage, mingled into one lump torn by conflicts, but at the same time yet unable to live separately. Plastic bags, blown down from the top of the landfill, were hanging on the trees as if they were outlandish fruits and flowers, and people collected them in their back yards. Ground was mixed with litter a few kilometers around the landfill and a few meters deep into. Homeless and low-income locals dug that ground like miners, extracting wires, scrap metal, building materials, and sometimes food. Foxes, hares, packs of dogs and flocks of seagulls settled on the landfill because of easily accessible food. It smelled funky for dozens of kilometers away and its air penetrated every cell in the body. Garbage protests roiled Russia for the last three years. People living close to landfills were taking to the streets and blocking them, demanding to close dumps down. But I think they rioted against themselves. People protest but at the exact same time produce more garbage and don’t care about it, they don’t care where it will go to, the most important thing is that it wouldn’t be close to them. My garbage dump is now officially closed, it is covered with plastic tent to stink less. But new garbage still abounds, it just moved to another landfill where with time it will turn into a new garbage mountain. Landfill is a projection of our society that is going through a deep conflict between nature and humans and that is, as a matter of fact, an inner conflict of a man with himself. Actually it is my conflict too – between myself and my own desires. We buy things that we don’t need, throw out half-eaten food and don’t segregate waste, therefore, making landfill bigger and climbing up our own garbage dump higher and higher. The higher we climb, the more scared we are, nevertheless we can’t make up our minds to get down to limit ourselves in our own desires. I am almost sure that the conflict would end with the victory of nature as it had happened on the planet many times. The Earth perhaps would survive another catastrophe and destroy humans as the source of its disease to live on. Perhaps, our chance is that we need to cooperate with nature and tackle our desires. My visual research of the conflict between nature and man demonstrated by the example of landfill involves different steps: Observation of the relations between nature, man and garbage around landfills; Estimation of the amount of garbage me and closest people produce in our everyday life; This part of work hasn’t been done yet but is being planned and quite important: study on nature’s methods of struggle with waste (rotting, worm farms, life of bacteria that process plastic).