This piece was a meditation on something that had been bothering me for a long time. It is about the way nature is perceived by some as an intellectual construct that came out of a ideal. When the world, of Europe perhaps, began to take trips out into the hills to connect with nature. It became a lost idyll of peace and the way things aught to be. This sanitized myth of nature with its order and noble savagery seems to me a dangerous and misguided thing. I’m not sure how to reconcile this with my own experience of the wild – with scorpions in shoes and black mambas under the dining room table – there is more to nature that our projections of it. It is also not just that thing which we in our grand power must protect. It is also that which allows for our very being. It is a precondition for our cities and comforts. it is not just the trees we see go by but the wheels, the road and the fire in the engines.