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.
It's Thursday night at my in-laws'. There're eight of us around the table — my wife's parents, her sister and the boyfriend, her brother and fiancé, our kids doing what kids do at the
23 February 2026 · 3 min read min readThe first time a chisel bit into a piece of timber the lie of the digital world was exposed.Read the manifesto →
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