This contains a lot of those late-night-kind-of-words, at least compared to previous newsletters, but I can't quite bring myself to apologise (and likely don't need to, because you're already here). I've been thinking a lot this week about our self-imposed human entrapments, the ways in which we have become so practiced at ignoring them, and the ways in which they are now beginning to bite us. It's ironic—I don't suppose that any other species feels the need to escape quite as strongly as we do, to try and step out of their bodily clay, straining to better and perfect while at the same time ruthlessly subjecting themselves to an ever-increasing distance from their natural environment. I think that what I'm trying and failing to put plainly is my astonishment at how humanity can dare to be surprised with how things currently are, with the view of destruction we have, with the chaos we are solely responsible for.