With practice, he could coax extra quality out of ordinary things. A cracked mug mended in his hands and returned to better than new: the glaze rippled with iridescent veins that never broke. A recording of his father's voice, tinny and deranged by a transferred cassette, regained warmth and context: syllables rounded out, the sighs between words made sense, memories filling hollow spaces. He became adept at repairing the intangible, at elevating the worn edges of life into something crisp and luminous.