2 espresso shots in and listening to Florist on Tucker’s morning walk, not feeling like shit, once again vibing out on the sun cutting through branches and backlighting weed overgrowth and translucent plastic bags. Is this aesthetic or just peak mental illness?

Recently completed Jason Hickel’s Less Is More and am now transfixed by scenes of nature wrecking the man-made environment — a root uplifting a panel of sidewalk, ivy wiping out sides of buildings like a noble virus. This is the kind of limitless growth we need! Overtake us, please!