We went and visited the Natural History Museum in London this spring.I cannot imagine dinosaurs, I realize. In the museums they are deconstructed; they are skeleton, bone, pieces. I cannot place them, however, in the wild, as creatures of swamps and jungle and savannah, as huge and vast and powerful and unstoppable. How can something like that have existed?
Humans are the dinosaurs of today; we are rulers; we ripple the forest with our movements.
Oh, but damn, it’d be so cool to be that big.
somewhere up a tree 