Often, I have believed I'd been born in the wrong era. An era of machines
that set us free, that allowed women, finally, to chisel their own path,
to be alone, to be independent. An era of machines that kept us chained,
that erased the last of the open spaces, the last chance to roam widely,
forever across the earth. Often, I have believed I'd been born in the
wrong era, the era where there were only pockets of wild clinging desperately
to the earth.