Inside the snow globe, there are no deep-water drilling rigs or frackwater impoundments, no tar sands or tarred beaches, no vanishing pikas or proliferating hemlock woolly adelgids, no tropical deforestation or Arctic methane plumes. The snow never melts & our leaders never tell us anything that might disturb our hiber nation. The Cold War is still on. Soviet children lie down and make bubble-headed cosmonauts in the snow in lieu of angels, and in lieu of history, an endless film loop is projected onto every surface. We are unable to tear ourselves away.