My Diamine Emerald is still lost somewhere in the depths of the USPS. This is the fourth day since it went underground like a compromised undercover agent. It was last spotted in Atlanta, but I hope that it is getting chased by the police on motor scooters through the alleys of Antwerp. It looks like a beautiful ink, and I hope that its adventures make it feel like a badass instead of helpless, having fallen down behind some giant machine and hoping beyond hope that someone happens upon it.