How much tech would I get rid of ? ALL OF IT ! There is though a proviso, I would have to be allowed to live the life I want. As things are I have to use some tech just to exist, it won’t take over my life though like it has with the majority.

I got part way into this, the line “Let me die in the forrest in the green grass and leaves” Came to mind. So close to a line from Bob Dylan’s “Let Me Die In My Footsteps” Based around the time of the Cuban misfile crisis, describing how he wanted to die above ground not in a bunker.
“Let me sleep in your meadows in the green grass and leaves, let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace. Let me die in my footsteps before I go down under the ground” Bob Dylan.

Now I’ve looked it up, it’s not really close enough to qualify as plagiarism.

Let Me Die In My Footsteps.

Build me a cabin deep in the woods, far away from the city and electronic goods, I wasn’t made for this world, I struggle and fight, to fight for my freedom I have the right.

To hunt gather and harvest the natural way, in this artificial world I don’t wish to stay. Let me see the stars unclouded by light, let me hear creatures deep in the night.

I write on my iPad these stories for you, you say “Without it what would you do?” I’d build a camp fire invite all my friends, read poems and stories of ancient legends.

“Doctors and hospitals so far away ?” For a natural life, that’s a price I would pay. Let me die in the forest, in the green grass and leaves, let my life end in dignity I say “Please”

You’ve grown too clever, my message to mankind, my world now a battlefield boobytrapped and mined, you have still though the morals of an ape. What right do you have this beautiful globe to rape?

Sixty odd years you had me fooled, every aspect of my life you’ve governed and ruled. Now I see you, I know you, you cannot hide, if only there were enough of vision to stand by my side.

We’d rise and protest ditch all your weapons of the mind, outside palaces and government offices, the streets would be lined. Too many, too many, you could not dismiss. A shame it can’t be, so sad it ends like this.

All words Meadowhead Bard, except Dylan’s of course.