“And let me point out,” Ira pursued, eager to clinch the sale, “that the Model I is so life-like that, in normal operation, it is almost completely silent. Only a faint throbbing—like that of a human heart—is noticeable.”
The woman cocked her head to a side. “I don’t hear anything,” she said.
Ira smiled triumphantly. “Of course, you don’t! Come here,” he said. “Put your ear to my chest and you’ll just be able to make it out.”
essay by L. Lu • photos by Matt Weed
Writer L. Lu has traveled around the world, but now questions the imperative to catalog our experiences in social media posts, and what environmental impact these trips have on wild spaces. Is it better to be in the moment, and cultivate community at home?
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