RIP My Favorite Cup

I can't stand plain coffee cups, so I tend to collect interesting ones. And, since I'm a total klutz, the need for new/replacement cups is almost guaranteed.

But this had become my favorite cup. It's the only small cup I have in this shape, and I love the placement of the handle.

Not to mention that my parents got it for me at the Munch Museum on their trip to Oslo. The image is, of course, Der Schrei by Edvard Munch.

The reverse of the cup details the moment -- in Munch's own words -- that inspired him to create such a resonant work of despair and anxiety. Let's face it: if anti-despressants had existed in Munch's time, we'd never have gotten such an iconic piece of art.

And now, I'm in despair as well. Although not quite the despair of the little character on the bridge. This is why:

While cleaning my kitchen sink, I knocked the cup into the sink, and we all know the equation: ceramic + cast iron x high velocity = broken ceramic. Luckily I finished the coffee in the cup.

I know my parents won't be returning to Oslo any time soon. So, I'll be on the lookout for a unique cup to remind me of something special everytime I fill it with coffee.

In the meantime I'll just be sad about my favorite cup.