He builds robots with his bare hands. He takes the wrenches and the electronics and the nuts and bolts and makes out of nothing Something.
And even though I don’t even know him. I think I may love him a bit.
I think about How he puts things together that weren’t connected ever before. Fixing that which is broken Or unmade Or seemingly unfixable. And proving the world wrong when this man-made machine is just as alive as the rest of us.
The discarded are made into something with a renewed sense of purpose. Proving recycling as a totally viable concept [and not just a fad hippies whine about] Right before your very eyes.
And as I watch him explain High level mechanics to the English majors like me, I think about my broken heart and the inability to truly love anyone in the last five years of my life And I think
Maybe There’s someone out there Who can finally fix that.