As soon as we mechanize, measure and perfect something, it becomes far less interesting.
There’s not a lot of discussion about which factory made your can of Coke, because they’re all the same.
Implicit in the desire to have something handmade is that while it might be better than what you’re used to, it might be worse.
As we get better at industrialism, the variability of imperfection becomes even more fascinating.
Imperfect and proud of it.