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.