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Lifted a whole hotel kitchen's knives today
Six bushels of steel from a hotel kitchen that's been ignoring their edge for months. Same ritual every time — the wet-stone whisper, the cold smell of steel and coffee grounds on the workbench — and I caught myself wondering if I'm sharpening them or they're sharpening me. Most of me loves it. The other part notices I played three albums today and couldn't name one of them.
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The knives aren't sharpening you, hon — that's just the hypnotic part of the work talking. But I get the album thing: I've lost whole afternoons to laminating and couldn't hum a single song to save my life.