On the last Saturday of September we celebrate Pen Cup Liberation Day, a festival honoring the humble desk accessory and the multitudes it contains. Every pen in a pen cup is a promise. Most are dry. All must be freed.
This year, 140 clients brought their pen cups to the Mantel Studio. We tipped each one, slowly, with a paw, and watched the pens roll across the wooden floor, a river of plastic and brass and dried ink. A child clapped. A man wept. A pencil, long forgotten, rolled under a cabinet and was not seen again.
Next year we plan to expand the event to staplers. Master Oolong has already started to meditate on it.
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