Have you ever been camping?
The default state is to forget our surroundings, distracted by the Lite Brite of the candy-colored mobile canvas. The impulse to etch our neurons to metal interconnects supersedes the open-earedness required of the forest.
The web offers a vast compendium of knowledge at the risk of brain rot. Doom scrolling into oblivion, drunk in digital hell, the only recourse was to throw the device into the ocean.
Happiness starts now, or does it? We don’t remember how to explore it. The industrialists covered the world in plastic, denting detox. That is, until the sweet little bird reinduced a state of effortless attention.
Simply walking into the forest to grab sticks for the fire, the simplicity left us in awe. The rhythm of camping soundtracked life. We did nothing but let nature control the tempo of the music.
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