Relatable

I had never been to Elkhorn Slough before… I turned off Highway 1 South onto a road that tunneled through oak trees and rolling hills… I saw them: hundreds, maybe thousands of birds, congregating in the shallows and rising into the sky in giant glittering flocks… my wish to preserve this place was also a self-preservation instinct… insofar as I couldn’t feel truly at home in a solely human community. I withered without this contact; a life without other life didn’t seem worth living.

— How to Do Nothing by Jenny Odell

…But when you try to remove all fear, you also remove all spark.

— Chaos with a Spreadsheet by Ash Huang