This one is about ten years old, but I still remember the moment I saw him in a tissue paper I had used to blow by nose. There he was, a stranger, sipping something from his palms; quiet, calm, untroubled. I’m not sure where he came from but for some reason I imagined a tough, rough place. A desert, perhaps, or some windswept mountain plains like the Tibetan Plateau.
I kept the used tissue for days because it felt too sad to just throw him away. He also reminds me of Larry Niven’s essay on Superman, ‘Man of Steel, Woman of Kleenex’. Yes, I freely admit it, I am sci-fi nerd.