You get to the point where you stare at the rivets and to make the job mean something you start counting them like counting sheep. When you do that, you’d better watch out.
“When new love plucks the falcon from his wrist, And cuts the gyve and casts the scarlet hood, Where is the heron heart whom flight avails?”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: The Vision”
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