During a break in work I browse endless poster sites, as if I don’t have enough screenshots in my “inspiration” folder labeled ohyesplease and dreamlifeyumyums. I click, click, click, landing on a print that looks strangely familiar. I’d forgotten that I bought it for a boy about three years ago before everything turned out wrong.
It lives in a tube in the back of my closet, along with some lithographs from college and cards I can’t seem to toss.
Just when I think the Internet is endless, I loop back around again. Is it time to stop and ask for directions?
Buy your own here.
