I get a feeling of satisfaction in seeing something I’ve built being used for its intended purpose—on Friday I delivered the table and within ten minutes there was a party of seven sitting around it eating lunch—its surface holding plates of food, glasses of water, cups of coffee, crumpled napkins, elbows—its mirrored varnish surface reflecting conversation—shoes pressed against its base as people leaned back in their chairs—function in action—I like that a lot
