a little of my life, written down

This is one of my ikigai.

The tools live in the workshop. This page is quieter. It is where I write about why something existed in my head long enough to become real, and what it felt like to make it. When I am deep in it I lose the clock, and sometimes myself, and I do not get tired.

If a note here makes you smile, or makes you want to bend a tool to your own day, that is enough.