I hear the landlord’s broom several times a year, brushing the webs away, evicting the community of spiders that have taken up residence on the porch, and it always saddens me, this destruction of life for the sake of appearance, one of the more perfect demonstrations of our continued separation with nature. Work hit one of the worst patches I’ve seen in years today and as the stress and struggle caught up to me, I spent at least three hours motionless on the sofa under a blanket mindlessly watching television.