If you are of the mind that once nature has been touched by human influence, in any way, to any extent, that it is no longer nature, then perhaps there is no more magic in the wood. As soon as the marsh is roped off, the boardwalk put in, the nature will lose itself to the human. As soon as the deer walk by, stifling the remainder of the wilds as a snarky response to their own overpopulation, it may also become clear how big the human hand actually is. But what can we say, after the boardwalk becomes the only path taken and nature, in general, is set to someone else’s plan?
Even after all we’ve done, the bugs remain the constant background music to the journey through. Through the woods, through the night, through the long drive home (splattered, speckled, across the windshield). Although the plane overhead drowns out the buzzing as it passes, the bugs are always here, on your skin, in your nose and ears, flirting with your face, giving you goose-pimples all over.
*A note on the supplementary materials: the file itself is very quiet, so you may need to turn up the volume significantly to get the effect.
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