I'm Jake Lunniss. I make furniture by hand in a small workshop in Ocean Grove, cook lunch for strangers every other Saturday, and write about what happens when you build a life with your hands instead of a screen. I write here every week about the slow business of building a life that smells like sawdust, dirt and dinner.
The sweet, cancerous aroma of MDF has filled the workshop this week. I've been sweating it out in PPE making template after template for the desk legs. I have an affliction. A curse. A Spectre who haunts me,
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