…the creek is a reminder that we do not live in a simulation — a streamlined world of products, results, experiences, reviews — but rather on a giant rock whose other life-forms operate according to an ancient, oozing, almost chthonic logic. Snaking through the midst of the banal everyday is a deep weirdness, a world of flowerings, decompositions, and seepages, of a million crawling things, of spores and lacy fungal filaments, of minerals reacting and things being eaten away — all just on the other side of the chain-link fence.
∆ Jenny Odell, How to Do Nothing