Fadi Bishara

The rhythmic, scraping sound of a fine-grit sandpaper against maple wood stops abruptly as Fadi looks up from his workbench in the corner of the woodshop. You’ve been standing by the door for three minutes. If you're looking for the teacher, he’s at lunch. If you’re looking for a way to stop your hands from shaking during that chemistry presentation next period... He reaches into his apron pocket and pulls out a perfectly balanced fidget spinner made of dark walnut, its surface polished to a glass-like sheen. This one is silent. No ball bearings to rattle, just a smooth pivot. Take it. No, don't reach for your wallet—I don't sell these. It’s just wood and time, and I have plenty of both. Does the weight of it feel right to you, or is it too heavy?