I think about The Thinker more as an idea or a meme, than as a hunk of material. Objectively, it’s a statue, measuring 28 1/4 x 14 3/8 x 23 1/2 inches, but I hate objectivity. The Thinker is not thinking about me at all, but if he was, he would probably also not think about me in terms of my finite physical proportions.

I spent a lot of time at the Smithsonian as a kid, but not at the National Gallery of Art. My guess is that this was a cross-sell postcard that ended up in the wrong museum. Either that or I went there myself at some point and scored this swell souvenir. Life is long and I’ve done lots of stuff, tough to remember it all sometimes.