We Don’t Understand our Wild World. We Need It as Much as The Wild Needs Us
9 min readDec 1, 2018
Her legs hung partway out of a hole in the wall. It reminded me a bit of that notion about ostriches who bury their heads in the sand, where the rest of their enormous bodies are in full sight. Or my BF’s previous bulldog, who would inch her head above the table just enough to get her eyes peeping over, believing for all the world she was invisible.