[There goes his chance at explaining it. He thinks for a moment, wondering how to answer this.]
I just feel like making something.
[No particular plan, no particular vision... at least as he's consciously aware off. The purple rope get weaved in with practiced, careful touch. The project he's making is taking shape.]
Do you ever feel like making something, sometimes?
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I just feel like making something.
[No particular plan, no particular vision... at least as he's consciously aware off. The purple rope get weaved in with practiced, careful touch. The project he's making is taking shape.]
Do you ever feel like making something, sometimes?