I was hunched over my workbench last Tuesday, trying to solder a tiny connection for a miniature Leica diorama, when my hands started doing this uncontrollable micro-tremor. My eyes felt like they had been rubbed with sandpaper, and the blue light from my monitor was hitting me like a physical weight. It’s that specific, hollowed-out …
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