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When you’re a kid, your parents shelter you from the worst of what’s really going on in the world. As you get older, your worldview changes and expands. You start to think outside of your own town and social circle. You’ll see a metric fuckload of bad news. Violence, government scandals, wars over seemingly petty bullshit. At some point (maybe later in high school but most seem to save it for the college years) you’ll get cynical. ‘Why should I live in this world when it’s so shitty?’ Or later, ‘How can I bring a child into this living hell?’
We forget that what is happening now is the opposite of what your parents did. They sheltered you from bad news, but the news media shelters you from good news. They literally filter it out; among all of this horrible information coming out of the nightly news, there is so much good that goes unreported because it doesn’t get the same ratings.
The past lives on in art and memory, but it is not static: it shifts and changes as the present throws its shadow backwards. The landscape also changes, but far more slowly; it is a living link between what we were and what we have become. This is one of the reasons why we feel such a profound and apparently disproportionate anguish when a loved landscape is altered out of recognition; we lose not only a place, but ourselves, a continuity between the shifting phases of our life.
from A Writer’s Britain: Landscape in Literature
(Thames & Hudson, 1987)