This view makes me think of jungle stories I read as a child. I would imagine myself there, barefoot in the brush, amongst the tall trees and the sounds of colorful birds calling each other. In my childhood reverie, I’d be friends with the animals, and swing on lianas like a girly Tarzan. I’d never get cold or hungry and I wouldn’t need much to get by. Freedom was in my veins, and I’d let it take over.
…But what if we all have a collective memory and this wasn’t just a story I read?