he lives in my bathroom, perched on an ivory shelf. he was a very costly impulse buy while browsing shops with my daughter in san francisco (@ world ware). he sits at the ready, on his little stage, waiting to do his dance and entertain.
I wanted to share him in honor of fool's day. interestingly, I just realized that he is not a fool, a jester or a harlequin as I always thought he was. I see him every day and yet I never really looked at him. how often do I do this with real people? and how foolish is that?
