Kevin Parker

The digital landscape of the mid-2020s is defined not by the information it provides, but by the relentless competition for the human focus that consumes it. This essay explores the phenomenon commonly termed "social media addiction," examining the delicate balance between the profound social utility of these...

We are animals built for the wild, yet we live in a state of profound containment. The glow of the screen is our new sunrise. The air we breathe is conditioned, recycled, and sealed inside enclosures where we spend, by some estimates, more than 90 percent of our...

1. Historical Baseline Pre-1750 Wilderness Extent The tiger's roar echoed through sal forests stretching from the Brahmaputra to the Indus, a distance of 3,000 kilometers unbroken by any major human settlement. In 1750, the Indian subcontinent's 4.4 million square kilometers contained 80% wilderness—dense forests, vast grasslands, and wetlands supporting...

Listen to our short audio summary to get a sense of this article The Fading Echo of a Wilder Europe Europe, to the modern eye, is a continent of profound human influence. Its landscapes are a mosaic of ancient cities, manicured fields, and managed forests, a testament to...

“Active Hope is waking up to the beauty of life on whose behalf we can act. We belong to this world.” Joanna Macy Although our paths never crossed, the life and work and work of Joanna Macy have been a significant influence on my own activism and impulse...

Oceania’s extremes—deserts, islands, glaciers—face climate peril but offer global hope through Indigenous wisdom, restoration, and bold conservation.

Africa’s wilderness shrank from 92% to under 50% due to colonization, extraction, and climate change—yet community-led conservation offers hope for recovery.

We are a species haunted by ghosts. They are the shadows of mammoths on the tundra, the echo of wings that once numbered in the billions, the silent, striped form of a predator pacing a cage in a long-gone zoo. The story of extinction is the story of...

Haiku for the Bison of the Great Plains Thunder in the grass— Earth remembers how to breathe, Hooves drum dawn awake. Wind through sacred mane, Ghost herds stir beneath the moon— Prairie heart still beats. Brown mountain of life, You carry the soul of land— Sky bows to your step. Thunder of the Land I am the slow...

Southeast Asia’s forests face collapse from deforestation, palm oil, and climate change—urgent action could still save this biodiversity hotspot.

I am the whisper before the storm, the golden thread woven through acacia shadow, the living arrow that the savanna draws and releases in a single, sacred breath. They call me cheetah—*Acinonyx jubatus*—but I am older than names, more ancient than the human tongue that tries to...

I do not remember a beginning, for my memory is not stored in the soft pulp of a single brain but is etched in the frost of the mountainside, in the marrow of my ancestors, and in the silver disc of the moon that calls me to wakefulness.