The Postmodern Bricoleur in the Underbrush
An attempt to reconcile a “21st Century Digital Boy” existence with ancient Mother Earth I. The Illusion of Connection: The Sterile Tool in the Sacred Woods You are standing deep in the underbrush. The air smells of damp moss and burnt wood. Civilization is miles away; your senses sharpen. You reach for your belt, draw your reliable outdoor knife—and look…
