Relics

For some reason I started going down the rabbit hole of high-end guitars. No, I don't play guitar. I do have a guitar, but it's one that I won.

But regardless, the art and craftsmanship of the production process is something that I find fascinating.

At a certain point, it just gets to the point of silly.

Why?!

At a certain point it's just strange.

I think it’s a dumb idea. Every scratch and ding should tell a story — and you should be able to tell that story. And none of these dings have a story.

Just a bill.

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