Fine art print on bright white, fine poly-cotton blend, matte canvas using latest generation Epson archival inks. Individually trimmed and hand stretched museum wrap over 1-1/2" deep wood stretcher bars. Includes wall hanging hardware.
The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. The Chatsubo was a bar for professional expatriates; you could drink there for a week and never hear two words in Japanese. Ratz was tending bar, his prosthetic arm jerking monotonously as he filled a tray of glasses with draft Kirin. He saw Case and smiled...
- William Gibson - Neuromancer
Okay. The Japanese is bad, call it deliberate. This is an ex-pats bar and well, Ratz - He don't care much if his sign reads wrong in Japanese.