Dumpster fires outside discount stores and rotting whale carcasses; optical illusions and memento moriall coming to you direct, / by way of this Rube Goldberg machine.Failure to Thrivezigzags through excess, taking in the big picture through the lens of a pinhole camera.These poems ask us to lean into our senses, to spend time loitering, slipping coins into attentions slots, / anticipating the next big pay-off.Hip and cerebral, this witty collection is as quick to make fun of itself as it is to turn its humour outward, where false historians have free rein, answers come in the form of questions, and the apocalypse seems like a good time to knit a sweater.Suzannah Showlers debut shows us how a failing world can be the site of aesthetic renewal rather than decline.