Thinking about the things I make, and who I’m making them for, and whether I need a break.
Do you ever wonder who’s waiting for you? I wonder who I’m waiting for. Waiting.
How close could I put two stop signs before people wouldn’t stop at both?
What have I known? Sleet, snow, shale. What do I want to know?
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