Having been a Starbucks barista in a past life, I can truly respect percolating. However, this piece has been percolating for a looooooooooong time. It deals most directly with loss, but has taken on a new meaning (other than a devastating breakup in 2009); the dying of dreams, the realization that certain kinds of perfection are unattainable. As a perfectionist, this last bit has been the most difficult for me to acknowledge.
Anyway, this piece is 2 years in the making. It's still in the sketch phase, but I like it nonetheless. And yes, I've been looking at a lot of James Jean!