Making is chaos work is chaos – it’s always been this way (for me) – the real world at the bench is me tossing my balls around mostly above my head and keeping them from hitting the ground – but when I ponder all this I see a clean white space where nothing and no one can invade – but when I get back to Earth the chaos resumes and that’s why my fantasy about making and work and what I do lives its own life – I get paid to keep my balls in the air – my downtime is about letting them fall.
All This By Hand
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