Indeed, the man can realize he is involved only in some transcendental way, but this demands a certain effort, which junk disapproves. Anti-utopias pale by the side of reality, in which every event is commonplace. The mere thought is funny. By some strange quirk, what is eaten has turned into those who eat. Indeed, a nice society we have, in which people are gradually turning into waste, into fleeting creatures marching to their terminus junk people.
Junk is an ideal product an absolute commodity.
There's no need in trade negotiations. The client would crawl up the sewer pipe and entreat the deal to be made The junk peddler doesn't sell his commodity to the consumer - he sells the consumer to his commodity. He humiliates and simplifies the client. There are no good and bad translators.