The recent unearthing of our long lost cousin reveals the gradual stretch towards the heavens is driven by hunger. An ordinary hunger for ordinary things propped our ancestors up on two legs. It was not the previously believed stroll through the savannas that brought about our bipedalism, but a frenzied hunger for sex and food that required two hands to carry the excess. The extraordinary hunger for extraordinary things that we see today will require a far more drastic rise to the occasion. The hunger and trafficking of information will soon overwhelm our bodies driving us to omnipedalism and leaving our useless bodies behind, we will stroll no more.

Still, the owl form appears—a laughable skeuomorph idling on fence posts and decrepit walls, a cheap mimicry that betrays the adaptive strategies of these noble creatures.  Like a small maple syrup jug with non-functional handle, these false idols are scattered about the countryside, dismissed by would be prey, gaudy deterrence machines all told.  Yes, yes– these regionally iterative trompe l’oeil reveal in reverse the mutant outgrowth of what was once called the picturesque.  Or, in other words, they reek of an inadequate ability to reset the sleep/wake cycle in response to info-environmental time cues, i.e. history is spatial: technocultural jet-lag.