(ph: Daniel Riskin)
Back to present time with a weary sigh. There will be fewer and fewer exotic, beautiful animals. The Mexican hairless cat is aleady extinct. The tiny three-pound wild cats that can be easily tamed are always rarer, further away, plaintive lost spirits for the human hand that will never come, fragile and sad as a boat of dead leaves launched in a park pond by a child. Or the phosphorent bats that emerge once every seven years to fill the air with impossible riots of perfume...melodious, distant calls from the bat cats and gliding lemurs...the rain forests of Borneo and South America are going...to make way for what?
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