Design is not a career path, or a pastime. It is not lucrative or prestigious, or any other cliche, farce or farfetched glorification. Design is something like a terrible passion. It is a recurring nightmare, a destruction of all emotion, a break from every attempt of every human to find some kind of deep meaning in some kind of life. It is an immortal nostalgia. Design is the order that creates chaos.
Design is a creation, crafting of some refined sublime.
Design is infinite. Design is beautiful.
Design will be the death of me.