Nature Nostalgia

How do we fix the world when we haven't known untouched nature in generations?

When writer Michael McCarthy was a boy in England, he remembers driving down country roads at night and there being so many moths that the flashes of their bodies in the headlights looked like snow. He called it the “moth snowstorm,” and he has not seen it in decades.

The reason for this, as you may have guessed, is fairly sinister: we’ve killed a hell o…