The First Zooby Will Santino
ABOUT THE ART
In the Chamber of the Callitrichids Noah began to cry. The Black-tufted Marmosets watched wide-eyed. The Golden Lion Tamarins: two gold prehensile question marks. Noah stopped crying; too much water, he told himself, too much water. He took a slow, deliberate breath, and swallowed. He was lost in a floating beast-filled labyrinth lost on an endless ocean lost in an expanding black bubble of existence and when he prayed he heard naught but the innumerable languages of his passengers, their conversations and complaints and stories.