Popup live like wolves on the outskirts of popular culture, protecting a territory it would not make sense for others to invade. They arrive, like foxes, without invitation at the gates of towns and cities, hoping to be fed without fuss. They sing at times as an owl will to his prey, at times as a panda will to her reluctant mate. They are the sound of birds migrating, of natures irregular beat. They move like mans heart racing, as the blood drains to his feet. (less info)