growin up in a biosphere with no respect for bad weather there`s still roaches and ants in here so resourceful and clever. her greatgrandfather saw the future didn`t know nothing bout panic, he certainly probably thought that it was unthinkable. there`s a trace o mint wafting in from the north so we don`t fuck with the 401 it`s bigger than us or larger than we bargained i guess it`s just not done. his greatgrandfather worked for goodyear he`d see the blimp on sundays wonder what the driver knew about making rubber tires. terrarium, o terrarium there`s submarines out there under the ice avoiding and courting collision an accident`s sometimes the only way to worm our way back to bad decisions, my greatgrandfather was a welder he helped to build the titanic he didn`t certainly think that is was unsinkable. building up to the larger point with an arrogance not rare or pretty we don`t declare the war on idleness when outside it`s cold and shitty. we stay inside and try to conjure the fathers of injured and faking if there`s glory in miracles it`s that they`re reversible terrarium, o terrarium