"I celebrate myself, and sing myself,/And what I assume you shall assume,/For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.//I loafe and invite my soul,/I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass."
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
I got this some years back for a bookbinding class at the Center for Book Arts, which you should look into if you're in NYC. A perfect tool for its task, which is cutting paper. Fold, crease, slice.