“Oh, bright chimerical!” So began a very bad piece of verse, back when we wrote such things. Thankfully, the haze of age has obscured the rest of it. We imagine it was about some young lady or Anarchy or Idleness. It’s easier to believe passionately in such abstractions when one is young.
Nowadays, we trade the warmth of youthful passion for the colder, subtler pleasures of offhanded obsession.
This is a simple-looking box with nice lines. Holds together well. But it’s a chimera. In its ideal proportion, it supposes a grid that is based on a polygon inscribed inside the circle. That shouldn’t present a difficulty, but it does. Everything else I do has polygons outside the circle. The answer is like Poe’s Purloined Letter — it’s in plain sight, but I can’t see it.
This would make an excellent point-of-sale container. Coffee beans, loose tea, Chinese take-out, whatever. Pressed out of paperboard, oh yeah.
I ain’t letting no grid make a monkey out of me.