Tinker

Created in your self-own image.

Landscape from a Dream (1936-1938) by Paul Nash

I’m an inventor. Some of my robots have wheels but no eyes. Some of my robots have hands but no hearts. Some of them love me and some of them tolerate me and some only sense me but they’re not sure what I am – a heaviness in the air, that old loose bolt feeling, the jarring sensation that a timing belt coul…