What truths might we glean from the mountains of weird trash left behind after a NASCAR race?

It was written long ago that great scenes of devastation would come in a time like ours. The prophets spoke of large crowds, drawn to the roar of strange, swift beasts. Once the objects of their strange worship had quieted, it is said, these crowds would wreak destruction on the lands they gathered upon, and no crops would grow there for generations to come.
Swallow your fears and look now at the manifestation of these old omens.
The Talladega Superspeedway’s Twitter account, run by one of the few souls brave enough to return to the infernal scene left behind after a NASCAR race last Sunday, has provided images from the scorched, post-apocalyptic hellscape.
Their images, if you’re brave enough to look, contain the weird instruments of the now-scattered society that once prized them.
Archeologists will later try to piece together Talladega’s puzzling culture based on the objects of comfort these vanished people once clung to.