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"Run, Jenkins,
Run!" Owned by private collector
Several years ago I
was working deep inside of a high city building, in suit and tie on the
12th floor. Long hours in the windowless mailroom fostered a growing discontent.
My rebellion took the form of a frenzied Mr. Jenkins, as a reminder of
what I did not want to, but quickly and easily could become. I have since
learned that you need not wear a suit and tie to experience the frenetic
and wound-up work world. Even on a path to what you believe is your grandest
desire it is very possible to find yourself running, longing to rediscover
an inner stillness. |