Nature is all around us. We can immerse ourselves in nature in city parks as well as national parks. The difference is that the nature in cities is processed. It is a pet nature, a wolf of the wild tamed to the equivalent of the tamed dogs we take for walks in this domesticated nature. It is still real, and beautiful, as nature is, but it is at least partially processed. It is set up, designed for our desires to experience nature while retaining our industrialized ways. Much in the manner that canned cheese spray is cheese, but isn't really cheese. The manufactured feel is perceivable. Perhaps it is something to lament, the detachment from a true, wild nature. But perhaps our desire to hold on to nature in the form of parks and twiggy trees stuck in parking lots offers at least a little hope that we aren't completely disillusioned.
Current Mood: Inquizzitive
Listening To: "Kathy's Song" by Eva Cassidy
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