Most people are not lost. Everything we do in space and time has been done before, and the travelers and their outfitters left signs. When we encounter the unknown, we fall toward the familiar: family and friends, echo chambers, self-affirmation.

Being lost—actually lost—is hard.

It feels like vertigo, like panic or loss of self. It’s terrifying and uncomfortable. It’s probably what insane people feel.

It’s also what wilderness offers. In a certain romanticized sense, wilderness is loss of self. It’s the anti-selfie. It’s the anti-you.

I hope we remember it.