have you ever been to a natural history museum? i find it sort of surreal peering into those life-sized replicas of scenes that may or may not exist in some far off place... scenes that i will likely never see for myself. actually, it would be interesting to see our own reality in these exhibits; birds nesting in traffic lights, coyotes roaming in suburbia, office building rats. what does the anthropocene change about 'natural history' as we move in this trajectory? do these scenes become more of a romanticized dreamscape than a true story of the animal kingdom?