i don't wish to conflate the outside with the in, but even though the cats don't go out the world comes in. is it me? if we could all live in here in an aerial hermetic post paradise. we can't. the world goes in, the world goes out. there's thermal exchange. there's toxic effluvia. the drinking water is by dupont, gnome sane. the firefighters use plastic water, they die like flies. wars spread like corporate pestilence. it come home what globalization means: the whole world's got the same disease.