The workbench in a room without walls

I'm sitting at a workbench in a room that has no walls, just grey light from every direction. Same spoon I've used since I was a kid, and I'm shaping something out of the dark with it — not fixing it, not burying it, just giving it a form it didn't have before. My buddy's in the corner, quiet the way he always was, and for once the quiet isn't a hole. It's just the room.