Let's Be Pleistocene

So there I stood, trying to think of something profound. I desperately tried to summon a Robert Frost poem that would make for a good fit. Stopping by woods on a snowy evening? Something about promises to keep and miles to go before I sleep? Seemed too cliched. Of course, nothing reflective came to mind.

In hindsight, I knew why. It's very difficult to describe the feeling of being amongst wild animals. Only when you fall in love with something, can you genuinely want it to stay protected and unexploited.

From poaching to displacement, increasing issues surround the protection of wild animals. We need to go back to the way things once were. We need to be Pleistocene.