We Chose the Valley: How We Abandoned Each Other for Screens

From Cambodian jungles to corporate Slack channels, we are perfecting the art of isolation—and calling it progress.

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A man once went into the Cambodian jungle in search of treasure. He was not alone: four companions, all well‑equipped, chasing rumours of forgotten riches, followed him into the green labyrinth. The forest swallowed them whole. Days bled into weeks. The others died—disease, exhaustion, starvation. One man survived. Barely. Trapped in a remote valley, cut off from every trace of humanity, he was fed sporadically by a local villager who tossed scraps down…