If you are a regular reader of this irregular blog, you must have noticed that I often muse on the incestuous relationship between villages and cities. How innocence gets traded for modernity, how tar roads lead us to plastic littering, how electricity dims out the stars, and most terribly, how we convince ourselves that we are moving ahead in time. But then, our species has had a rather long history of believing in things that don’t matter in the long run. Whatever we upheld turned out to be banal; whatever we presumed to be the truth revealed our lies.
That last paragraph though👍