In the fecund jungle, I traverse the trees spying wild humans at their feeding times.
A safari night, wet in the weeds and dry stars overhead, they greet one with, “I need a triple espresso.”
They sit in front of luminescent screens punching in letters to connect with one another.
They listen to the music of soft jazz and seem to get wired and leave the cool whir of air-conditioning to raise their young.
It is a trip of a lifetime.