Reliquary
I didn’t attend college immediately following high school as per the societal norm. My freshman year consisted of moving to Boston and working at a liquor store and a thrift shop. On my final day of the latter I picked up a coffee mug with the phrase “don’t let the bastards wear you down.”
I kept it as a memento until it became the focal point of a school assignment. The project revolved around the building of a reliquary, a shrine of sorts for a certain object.
