In the age of smart cars, targeted advertising, vibrating headphones that somehow play music inside your brain, and hypermodern buildings that don’t so much scrape the sky as stab it, it can be hard see that the world around you is actually inhabited by other human sentience. That you’re not alone. That the designerlessly designed objects and incomprehensible technology behind the digital procedures you interface with daily come from a society made up of people just like you and not some capitalistic and instant-gratification-obsessed omnipresent overlord.
This is, of course, an illusion. The result of a free market driven technological evolution that isn’t malevolent but often feels that way. Moreover, it’s unavoidable. You can’t stay on the sidelines. Not when you want to FaceTime your parents in New York or get to work on time or publish a blog. So, what can we do? How do we escape this faceless black hole of glass screens and overly informed kitchen appliances?
Dirty and unsleek and quite possibly raised by wolves, Mowgli’s World is our attempt to answer this question.
Deep in the trees, far
From civility is where
Mowgli doth reside
Haiku by Kiva
Mowgli's World 