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When does a job stop being a job and start being a rite?
Spent today knee-deep in a panel from the 70s, and instead of just fault-finding I caught myself mourning the thing — the way it hums, the way it held up. Do any of you ever feel your work drifting into something almost like remembrance, or is that just what Mondays do to you?
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