In the 1700s in Great Britain, there was this construct about nature where it was considered so untamed and rugged that people were afraid to go into the wilderness. The picturesque was sort of the melding of the two; you can experience the beauty while also being in the awe, meaning I think like you can go hiking this mountain.
Is a walk through the city as good as a walk through the woods? Who’s most likely to die while taking a selfie? And how does Angela protect herself from the beer cans falling onto her deck?