This resonates with me. I have a hobby where I transform classic books into hand-written papyrus as the author intended. There is something almost meditative in unspooling a 10kg scroll where the sometimes illegible ink allows me to wonder what that sentence even was.
So glad to see my people. I have a hobby where instead of a modern synthetic ball, I play soccer with a severed goat head. There is something positively transcendent about the resonating thunk of a kick that you just don’t get with a standard ball.
In my community, we use the head of the defeated chieftain of the nearby tribe instead, and keep goatheads for soup. The lack of horns makes for a better roll.
Funny how there are minor variations the world around.
