Most of us are stuck in our landscapes, addicted to Big Dopamine, and unable to appreciate ecosystems. We are like Mr. Square, the resident of Flatland (from the famous little book by Edwin Abbott). Unable to look above or below his landscape, which was as flat as a piece ofContinue Reading

My brain is like a lawnmower which has been in the garage all winter, and it doesn’t start too easily. Oh, there are times when I am up all night with anxiety, but that is chatter, and chatter, is, by and large, the result of too much self-consciousness. Let meContinue Reading

Magical realism does not just exist in novels; modern man lives in a state of magical realism, too. Our landscapes tell us plenty of myths and stories. They say, for instance, that if we keep our eyes on the “correct” landmarks, and follow the “right” pathways, success (travel, romance, riches,Continue Reading