

This map, put together by the World Bank and the European Commission, depicts the distance of every point on the globe from the nearest large city. Specifically, it shows travel time - in hours and days, as per the legend - from any cities of 50,000 or more people.
An inset on the discussion of the map asks, "Wilderness? Only 10% of the land area is remote – more than 48 hours from a large city." Considering that only a couple hundred years ago, we were bopping around, still looking for (and finding!) new continents, that's pretty remarkable. And there's definitely something bittersweet about it; there's something to be said for the romantic desire for there to be unexplored territory, an edge of the map beyond which there is only the unknown. Nowadays it's possible to scan the peaks of Tibet and the islands of the South Pacific on Google Earth, and spend only a moment 'flying' from one to the other. That's pretty cool, but it's another one of those hugely wonderful things about modern life that comes at a huge cost.
Not that the entire world is an inextricable web of interconnectedness, at least not quite yet.

But of course, the whole romantic impulse that wants wilderness to be more than that is probably mostly just a product of wilderness no longer being that. In other words, when wilderness was real and immediate, it was terrifying, dangerous - something you had to make sacrificies to or ask mercy of. It's only due to its safe, contained quality - its zooification - that it becomes something abstract, an idealized object of nostalgia. And then there are all the benefits that come from an accessible world: the ability to see all of it, for one thing, and to meet people from all over the world.
And increasingly important, maybe, is that accessibility causes us to re-calibrate our sense of the scale of the world. For all intents and purposes, until the satellite era the world seemed basically limitless and bountiful beyond measure. I think.
