Forests are full of life—well I suppose so are cities, but forests are full of non-human life, life which has not been normalized to us, life that scares us—well at least it does me—scratch that, terrifies me. If you kick a piece of moss which was growing on the ground under you or see a bigger piece of wood on the ground and get the brilliant idea to pick it up—you will be met with an entire ecosystem of red and black bugs, insects and spiders which will cause your reptillian brain[1] to immedietly make you panic and run away.
More food for thought is that most forms of transportation are useless in a forest. You have to walk everywhere, and there is no infrastructure set up for your comfort. There are no benches to sit down and rest on, there are no stores nearby in which to buy food or drink if you get hungry or thirsty and there is no shelter from the elements except for the shirt on your back. Good luck trying to cycle on the sandy dirt paths.
However, despite all of these cons, I feel a strange allure toward forests and nature in general. I may no longer be