The inferno of the living is not something that will be; if there is one, it is what is already here, the inferno where we live every day, that we form by being together. There are two ways to escape suffering it. The first is easy for many: accept the inferno and become such a part of it that you can no longer see it. The second is risky and demands constant vigilance and apprehension: seek and learn to recognize who and what, in the midst of inferno, are not inferno, then make them endure, give them space.
"Take a step back from what you’re doing right now to look at the big picture. That style guide you’re working on is not only a guide. You are creating a language for humans so they can interact with a machine. You need to realize you’re not designing for users. Rather, you’re designing for humans. Design with care. Because those humans you’re designing interfaces for have senses and just like they smell rotten food, they can sense careless design as well."
- Kerem Suer, Hire a Designer now
Since I saw a grave when I was hitchhiking from France to Turkey, about a man who was dead at 27 years old (I’m 28), I say around me that I’m already dead, and each day it’s a extra life like you have extra minutes at the end of a soccer game.
The last time
You fall on me for anything you like.