I think if you have reached a point where you've found your rose garden, that's a beautiful thing and maybe this article and others like it seem less appealing. And I get it can seem contradictory, narcissistic or sacrosanct to want to write (or read) an entire article about something so personal or subjective (and in doing so, add noise to the very noisy environment the author was describing). All valid points of view, which shift in relation to the observer.
Read as an essay on culture, I don't think it has a clear thesis beyond a general sensation of defending our time and space. Explored as a meandering journey through a garden of ideas we're given the opportunity to reflect on our own thoughts and feelings - in a way the article shows us some disjoint pieces of the haystack as experienced by the author (in a very blind-men-describing-the-elephant way), and the needle is ourselves.
Each to their own ::)
Long read yes, meandering but touching too.