Nature

I find it surprising how nature is treated here. I was expecting that living with, or at least this close to, nature would bring with it some realization of us being a part of it and that people would respect nature. This however is not the case. Although people here are definitely more comfortable with nature, they don‘t respect it. Everywhere you look there‘s trash. There are rivers filled with it, grasslands with more plastic than plants and even high up in the mountains you stumble upon plastic bags and coke bottles dispite the fact that no Mexican seems to have a drop of interest in hiking. In many ways it seems that Mexican villagers care less about nature than western cityfolk. Maybe it’s because when you live with nature you don’t think about it as much. Maybe the reason for our concern and mystification of nature is guilt. The guilt of living so far from nature, the guilt of our consumerism being the cause of its destruction. The guilt we push away by recycling etc. The book I write this in is made of 100% Post-Consumer-Waste Recycled Pages. That has a hint of guilt doesn‘t it?