Oh, you want to think it's a normal zoo but as you step towards the large stony front, noticing everything you've ever known that breathed or wished to woven around and in the rock. You are wondering where your favorite animal is or perhaps scoffing about how this place is for children, but you then know: It is a shell out there, protective, same, but upon entry you can feel it breathe with the yellow heat of the savannah, the chill of the white arctic, the green humidity of the rainforests, the black vacuum of space. It grows and shrinks, withstands and adapts, a living lifeform like the very organisms it contains, and it takes you where it feels that it wants you to go. Anything is in there and everything is. What is real, among the lions, tigers, bandersnatchi, tribbles and pterodactyls? What should exist and what shouldn't?
How it reveals itself, presenting its plumage, its fine collection in beautiful, preened health, is different for everyone.
[thanks to silkcutremix for the blurb!]
