There’s a kind of machine that doesn’t feel like a tool so much as a companion: it has quirks, tolerances, moods. This isn’t mysticism. It’s the byproduct of design choices, material reality, and the way attention gets encoded into objects.
What people mean when they say “soul”
Write here. Concrete examples beat abstractions. Name a specific object, what it does, and what you feel.
Friction, latency, and the gift of feedback
Write here. Tie it to why “perfect” can feel dead.
Maintenance as intimacy
Write here. Talk about repairability, rituals, and the difference between care and consumption.
The modern alternative: seamlessness as anaesthetic
Write here. Make the critique precise: what seamlessness buys, what it costs.
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