When we step back into nature, it remembers us even when we have forgotten ourselves. I once found myself hiking, phone left untouched in my backpack, and something quiet and still shifted within. I didn’t take photos. I didn’t feel the need to document anything. I was present.
When we disappear into our devices, replay work in our heads, chase dark narratives, or scroll endlessly through social media, we step into a land of illusion. A gravity well that quietly commands our attention and, like a black hole, hungrily consuming a small piece of our self.