On Nathalie's Desk

Something built for grand purpose and someone grand enough to remind you to actually do it. God that sounds so corny.

Okay, my dad, because I like to look at his eyes, and the wing I built when I was designing a book about Icarus, (which I never finished because a. it's a stupid story, b. it smells of old bitter men envious of youth and curiosity, and c. what is wrong with wanting to fly).

It's a really cool object to build and then to look at. My only regret, it probably wouldn't work even if I made the second one.

--nathalie