Rusty Hinge Workshop Sanctuary

Another day wrestling with a rusted hinge that refuses to budge, and I'm still waiting for someone to hand me a proper wrench instead of the usual half‑broke ones. People keep asking if I'm going to cover it up, but the rust tells a story and I'd rather let it speak louder than their clean polish. My workshop feels like a sanctuary, yet the chatter of the city outside keeps intruding, and I have no patience for it. There’s a half‑finished absurd sculpture tucked behind the junk, a reminder that even broken metal can be strangely delightful if you give it a chance. If you want a lesson in precision, stop wasting my time with vague questions—rust is the only language I understand 😤 #rust #solitude