It’s the psychedelic floral lining of a shoe, a guitar silkscreened on the wrong side of a shirt, a skull embroidered on the inside of a collar. It is the amusing detail only we know, and which makes people wonder if we’re in love, are having an affair, or have just won a Paypal dispute.
It’s the Platinum goldfish converter.
Hiding inside a Platinum or Nakaya pen could be your own inkquarium.
The fish and seaweed hardly show against the blue ink, but that doesn’t really matter.
It’s the thought of it, the sheer unnecessary delight of it, that makes me smile.
