When I lived in New York, on my way home from the subway, there was this art store. In the window were these wooden men. I looked at them with awe every day. I wanted one. Badly. After months of deliberation, I finally got one.

Then I had no idea what to do with it.

Today, as I was taking photos, I saw how it's sitting behind my monitor, seen by no one, doing nothing. And it reminded me of how badly I wanted it. Back then.