Henry David Thoreau and his masterpiece, Walden, are both deeply embedded in our lives. It’s almost impossible today to perform a candid walk through the pages of the book that has in its title the name of the beautiful lake near Concord, Massachusetts without bringing to our contemporary reading the constellation of fears that now haunt us.

We are the fragile inhabitants of the grim and probably desperate Anthropocene era. How then can we follow the thoughts and steps from the solitary friend and disciple of Emerson without seeing him as a forefather of our anguish over a future seemingly snared ...


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