Rishikes Siva takes biomimicry to the next level with Lunar Punk rhizomatic riffs, and we weave through arboretal IK at the margins of regenerative sexiness, while the brains of Elders are uploaded to the clouds and we wait to see what that rain will look like (while a tiny part of me dies inside). If more than half of that didn't make sense to you, the yarn won't either! Nerds!
