Articles by Aengus Woods

October 19, 2012

My Eyes Are in My Feet: On Robert Macfarlane’s The Old Ways 1

It appears that the pleasures of ambling, dawdling, sauntering, strolling, and even straight-up walking have been subordinated to the means/end logic of appointments, schedules, and target bodies. Activities get slotted into temporal compartments so that maximum utility is gained and the humble walk is relegated to nuisance.