|23 x 16 x .2 cm|
When I was a sophmore in college I bought a hilariously ironic green chair from the salvation army. I owned it for about 5 years, at which point its irony had disipated and its true wear became apparent. At that point in my life, though, it represented the throne upon which I observed the world from upon high. And for about 20% of my life thus far, no less.
When trash night came-- THE trash night-- I cut a swath from the area upon which my right hand would rest. As a momento.
I do hope to someday return to my intellectual glory.