But through taxidermy through, whether it's a piece of home decor, whether it's a piece that's a diorama, whether it's a piece that is, you know, something in between, I think that people can have a moment of stillness.
As I mentioned, so there's this whole culture of murals and art making in the penitentiary and at one point one of the inmates decided to make like an actual diorama, like a full-size diorama of a Native American family.
While his muscles were working lustily, his mind seemed as passive as a spectator at a diorama: scenes of the sad past, and probably sad future, floating before him and giving place one to the other in swift succession.
If I'm remembering correctly, very quickly, except for the very last scene, where the character I play goes into like this museum of natural history and goes up to this diorama.
If you get assigned to Ms. Jung's class, you are making dioramas, you're doing non-stop skits, and you're building the sickest plastic bottle hydroponic garden system in the entire school.
We're all stuck in our own dioramas in the Natural History Museum, and the things that don't fit into our worldview are out of sight, but they're still present.