{"id":34048,"title":"The Misplaced Trust in a Managed Wilderness","description":"We see ourselves as architects of our environment who are able to shape and mould it to our designs and ambitions. We have insulated ourselves from the baseline effects of global environmental change within our constructed habitats. However, nature can only be held at bay for so long. The cracks are already starting to widen as we try to save our home.","content":"

\"0hvaposkfaennzbehj6tnomjlelwrqi2za5q0anmtu5r6mnl.jpg.jpg?w=1140&v=2\"We think order is an achievement,<\/p>

a victory,<\/p>

a kind of moral upgrade:<\/p>

straight lines in the ground,<\/p>

rectangles in the sky,<\/p>

concrete poured in the shape of permanence.<\/p>

\"4t0ktb6g8dmyllt8hwgbjym4ffwz87tkn9x5yimpy8atqcjc.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"But order is never permanent.<\/p>

It has a habit of wriggling,<\/p>

buckling,<\/p>

collapsing in on itself.<\/p>

\"ciyvr3xzuux4ht2qghfubqy2vkxgarossqnpi3tsqnvqsetx.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"The cruel joke is this:<\/p>

the more order we impose,<\/p>

the wilder it becomes.<\/p>

You dig \u2014 it sinks.<\/p>

You burn \u2014 it warms.<\/p>

You cut \u2014 it bleeds.<\/p>

So reliable you could almost applaud it.<\/p>

\"ayue2hk2zggmj7p0kzsq5cvqkxo3n15jdpymye5rxcpakaye.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"Nature is the best comedian we\u2019ve got:<\/p>

never missing the cue,<\/p>

always landing the punchline,<\/p>

leaving us holding our sides,<\/p>

except it isn\u2019t laughter,<\/p>

it\u2019s collapse.<\/p>

\"uhnfvi157a6amfjlfsjp29fis3ze96gr8dj6mpfb7ziqekgj.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"We dress cause and effect up as tragedy.<\/p>

But tragedy requires intention,<\/p>

a villain,<\/p>

some kind of plot.<\/p>

\"38akpdrwjnnyjfejub0dmqcwgfwsrjausg0zkrubmrsfgrrh.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"What we have is simply feedback:<\/p>

press the button, hear the buzzer.<\/p>

Turn the wheel, spin the car.<\/p>

Simple, obvious, brutal.<\/p>

\"lwpnuv6heo7qfyus3mstbbrvgq4ibkvtki4ybrb866yvn2ef.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"Still, humans persist.<\/p>

This is our one true skill:<\/p>

we keep going.<\/p>

Through ruin, through wreckage,<\/p>

through every warning sign<\/p>

that says exit here.<\/p>

\"ix2dnjfajomocwjelpiheddznzmrgwysy1g4b1o3yas800ei.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"We confuse stamina for nobility.<\/p>

We think endurance is proof of virtue,<\/p>

when more often<\/p>

it\u2019s proof of delusion.<\/p>

\"gadtho8vfkslmnhkj13lxgsccdsvlir3fnefw1lhtavgnene.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"But persistence looks so good on us.<\/p>

It photographs well.<\/p>

It\u2019s easy to sell.<\/p>

We nod along,<\/p>

mistaking the trance for choice.<\/p>

\"yverryulgckork9ft7sd6vqtcpev0tcaiwgijtksbcyx1pie.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"Perhaps there is something noble in it,<\/p>

this insistence on continuing<\/p>

long past reason.<\/p>

Toddlers refusing bedtime,<\/p>

insisting the party isn\u2019t over<\/p>

as they wobble on swollen feet,<\/p>

face sticky with cake.<\/p>

\"xnpcz0oswooxz5kzi7n4yfnuyjltfzfuyixclmixjrtrj7sm.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"That\u2019s us:<\/p>

grown children with bigger toys,<\/p>

still convinced the show must go on.<\/p>

But what if persistence<\/p>

isn\u2019t our virtue at all?<\/p>

What if it\u2019s our curse,<\/p>

a momentum so unstoppable<\/p>

we mistake it for destiny.<\/p>

\"gu1tmmfq9j21azwa7zba2mrpvrfgcyhbjstflyy76qb1zcxf.jpg.jpg?w=1140&project=lost-campitos-211159&v=2\"Like moths who believe<\/p>

the flame was built<\/p>

for their benefit.<\/p>

We don\u2019t ask<\/p>

whether to persist.<\/p>

We only ask how.<\/p>

And that\u2019s the cruel symmetry too:<\/p>

in the name of survival<\/p>

we march toward collapse,<\/p>

confident that forward<\/p>

is always progress,<\/p>

that persistence is always good.<\/p>

History will call it tragedy.<\/p>

But tragedy,<\/p>

like symmetry,<\/p>

was never on our side.<\/p>","urlTitle":"the-misplaced-trust-in-a-managed-wilderness","url":"\/blog\/the-misplaced-trust-in-a-managed-wilderness\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/the-misplaced-trust-in-a-managed-wilderness\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/lostcampitos.com\/blog\/the-misplaced-trust-in-a-managed-wilderness\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1700787643,"updatedAt":1759307179,"publishedAt":1759307178,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":209850,"name":"Lost Campitos"},"tags":[{"id":2886,"code":"matteo","name":"Matteo","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/matteo\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/orgevoo709dtvufcueywi3iisnwebkftlo6ia8u4ejyhv2yp.jpeg?z=1.1&fx=0.45454545454545&fy=0.4820841940542","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/orgevoo709dtvufcueywi3iisnwebkftlo6ia8u4ejyhv2yp.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855&z=1.1&fx=0.45454545454545&fy=0.4820841940542","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/orgevoo709dtvufcueywi3iisnwebkftlo6ia8u4ejyhv2yp.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440&z=1.1&fx=0.45454545454545&fy=0.4820841940542"},"metaTitle":"The Misplaced Trust in a Managed Wilderness","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":24851,"title":"Love","url":"\/blog\/love\/","urlTitle":"love","division":209850,"description":"Artist Matteo Delred and writer Rebecca Mar\u00eda reflect on love. Exploring different types of love, as defined by the Ancient Greeks.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/umrjnxs7qyv4mmajjpiopam85mxhwjzxx4c4dkt4pztfvz5q.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":24941,"title":"Catching On the Fly","url":"\/blog\/catching-on-the-fly\/","urlTitle":"catching-on-the-fly","division":209850,"description":"Writer, Rebecca W Morris, and Photographer, Matteo Delred, capture thoughts and images at the train stops from Jerez de la Frontera to Cadiz on the Cercanias trainline. For each stop, one piece of writing is written and one photo is chosen. Seeing the same things they\u2019d seen so many times, but with new eyes.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hxf4vqbdejmlykd3ffgu1m8pfwvwi6xgvo0kqtnu50cygkce.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":25084,"title":"Listening To the Birdsong From My Caged Window","url":"\/blog\/listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window\/","urlTitle":"listening-to-the-birdsong-from-my-caged-window","division":209850,"description":"Matteo Delred and Rebecca W Morris capture the urban melancholy of being separated from the natural world through poetry and photography.","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/7txvyg55ntk060bcks3mlugsnxi48onvirhfqfsftpnzp0ov.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}