Earthworms, beetles, mites, ants, nematodes, springtails, and protozoa bump cell walls and brush antennae in a great clay underground metropolis. There is nothing rural about nature.
The body's pickiness: below 68 Fahrenheit, we shiver; above 75, we sweat.
Environmentalism is not about saving nature, but saving civilization.
I am nowhere, through being too aware of everywhere.
Equidistant from the Atlantic and Pacific, the Appalachians and Rockies, New York and California, the Plains are the midpoint of everything, yet a thousand miles from anything.
On a ship, our thoughts are more spacious, our legs more cramped.
Developers build because parents beget. Suburbs sprawl because lovers do.
Nowadays, we designate wildernesses instead of discover them.