To sit, patiently, with items and their history. Reflection. Isn't it nice to slow down and really sit with something, Mark?

There used to be more of that, you know. Shaving was an art. We wound our clocks. We sat to typewriters. We used to understand what it means to sit with a poem.

It's not that I want to romanticize the past. I just think we're missing out in the blur.