Things feel fierce when you try to talk in three dimensionand cannot wrap your words around something that is not yet there the square foot depth of real things: soapstone traveling the surface of the counter walls, this thick cupboards here.
Somehow because you can’t explain that which you can barely see in your minds eye everything feels like a soda bottle after it’s been shaken up.
You talk and talk and then walk away the plans spread out the table the lines and measurements in graphite, easily erasable, unlike the tone you use to say the things you’re not quite sure of.
Every hardware store clerk will nod and say he’s seen it all before. The disconnect between two minds trying to see the same thing from different angles. If geometry were a language, it would be easier.