petrochemical bliss

Almost a decade ago, as a power-hungry college student, I served as a senator in student government, eventually working my way to a vice presidency. (It helps to run unopposed.) We met each Tuesday, and, on top of Robert's, followed one rule: you had to wear a tie to vote. To comply with the rule, I pillaged the local Goodwill of its seventies-era tie collection, fifty cents a pop. This is one of the original crew.

The tie is 100% sweet crude. The glare is the sun's envy.