In that global civilization there was once a human who stood alone in a forest in the wilderness, wearing a sweatshirt and some leggings and some leather hiking boots, carrying a polyester backpack. Twilight was falling. Her phone had no signal. She looked around at boulders crusted with lichen, rotting stumps and logs from toppled aspen trees, moss hanging from branches. Glancing toward some ferns, she caught a glimpse of a flash of white as a rabbit darted into a rabbit hole. She felt a creeping sense of dread. For the past hour she had been trying to pretend that she wasn’t lost. But she was lost.