stuff:

Design as a form of science.
Design as culture’s medicine.
With all your powers, what would you do?
Stop bitching about the world.
Like we’re slave’s to it’s digestion.
Stop caring that no one takes us seriously.
Because we’re every other illustrator jockey.
I’ve met the pop musicians of graphic design.
There’s nothing wrong with making things beautiful.
Design doesn’t have to be so deep.
But we’re not all bred for pop music
…I’m not gung-ho for design USA

yet, similar to religious practice
we are devout, to optical spacing
and suspicious of those who are
chained to trend engines
we lurk in luddite print room dungeons
worshiping international playlists
and signaling every advertiser

i am looking for more
than bottomless entertainment, yet

should design be inherently optimistic?
longing looks through lenses of pragmatic dreamers
unfolding labyrinths into cursory conclusions
because the world is ever-changing
and periodically we change our minds.

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more:

I’m looking for the meaning of life in hysteria of code.
For the program is the new printing press.
I’m in a debate with this text editor about criteria of critique.
For there’s a dark side of design and I’m designing a war.
Designing dissent amidst an army of Facebook zombies.

I’m looking for the Borge’s Aleph.
I’m looking for algorithm’s drug effect.
… for humanity in an abyss called internet.
a grand perspective with lawless choreography.
with pacifying turn-up and empathetic rhythm.

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leftovers:

Designers orchestrating the economy of cultural artifacts — this is not new.
Designers as slaves to the sales managers — this is unfortunate.
Designers as entitled middle-class rebels — this is indoctrination.
Designers also being long endless lists of other roles — this must stop.

Honest and relevant critique can become socially useful.
Like the right pop song at your high school dance.