My friend Lisa had a friend in architecture school named Nick. We all hung out from time to time when I was living in Boston. My strongest memory of him is a night when he was using a giant exercise ball as a chair and singing something boisterously and bouncing so dramatically that it popped and he landed hard on the floor. At some point he took a trip, I think to Istanbul. He brought me and Lisa each back one of these mosque clocks. I think he knew that I was interested in studying Arabic and trying to find a way to go live in Egypt. Maybe his trip was actually to Egypt. I can’t remember. I’ve carried the clock around with me every since even though I don’t think I’ve ever actually used it to tell time.
— hand delivered NYC