Ever since I came to the big city, I was getting increasingly frustrated at how people deal with metal these days. It used to be an art, the way blacksmiths would work with steel. They’d spend hours on a single sword, regardless of who they were making it for. It was delicate and precise, and …
I’m slightly weirded out by Daniel’s obsessive interest in industrial steel products. I know it’s normal for a seven year-old to be mad about one arbitrary thing or another, and that’s all well and good. I just would have thought it would be something a bit more accessible – dolphins, ambulances, gorillas, handball, inventing hover-shoes… …