The end of it all.

This limbo between a desire to return to the primal world and the realization that it isn't so easy gives me a sense of how deep I've fallen into my comfort zone. Both the Industrial and Agricultural Revolutions and THEIR CONSEQUENCES HAVE BEEN A DISASTER for the human race. At any moment something could, and should, tear every last possession I have away. What's left is only the sun and what grows beneath it

lt's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything."

At this point, the only resolution is for something to wash it all away, forcing me into the nearest flush of woods, feeding on the land and the animals I kill. Wash me all away, and this. How sad is it to desire such a thing? A system that was not that long ago a completely standard way of life. There are pieces and places of the world where it is still so — to enter them as a tainted modern man though, that's a cruel poison.

- Mike Ma, Harassment Architecture, page 22