THIS IS OUR SUITE ROOM SERVICE
Evolution is constant. Now humankind has appropriated the room meant for everyone. Like an invasive species spreading in all conceivable dimensions, we exploit animals and nature, as if every earthly thing exists solely for the benefit of the human race, as if resources were boundless.
Someone ordered room service. They had plenty already, so they wanted even more. But the service, when delivered, isn't what was expected. A band of monkey’s tug at the tapestries of the existing order. A prehistoric dinosaur rumbles through the wall. They crash the party in the luxurious parlor where man has revealed as if there's no tomorrow. They disrupt the bloated state of humankind's abundance.
Room Service dethrones humankind from its self assumed superior role. We are made of the same stuff that once were the stuff of dinosaurs, and the waters of oceans, rivers and lakes are forever in motion, forever the same.