"a quarter-pounder with cheese, those are good, the sky about ten minutes before it starts to rain, the moment where your laughter becomes a cackle"
That tea towel broke my heart years ago as I walked down the street and saw it in a gallery in the Short North. I had to have it. Today I stopped worrying about what I was going to do with it and let it out of it's paper prison. It is perfect in Finnian's colorful room.