The idea of the park is a concept that has come to the end of its useful life. The park is an island of intelligence in a sea of stupidity. The outmoded idea of a “park” cannot help but reinforce a fundamental problem that has inflicted untold damage—the separation of humans and the natural world. In the city, the “park” functions as an alibi, a moment of goodness in a field of bad. We use the park as a license, a small green permission slip that allows us to trash or pave everything else.