people keep asking you to design things for experience. you dont want to design for experience anymore. experience has a mouth full of fangs and when she smiles ink spills out into the spaces between your computer keys.
 you ask for body copy. they send you body copy. its in a language you have never seen before. when you try to use google translate the cia shows up and confiscates your belongings.
they ask for one last change. you make one last change. you dont know how long you have been making one last change.Â
when the client finally sends you pictures youâve been asking for a bag containing teeth and a paper clip come out of your fax machine. when did you get a fax machine?Â
you find a new font you like. when you install it a hand made of 1s and 0s reaches out and caresses your face. its soft. you will use it on your next project. Â
the client asks you to make the graphic red. you make it red but its not red enough for them. they demand for you to use your own blood to make it red enough. somehow its still not red enough when you do.
that one invoice that has been sitting around since 1927 is finally paid. it is an envelop that smells of syrup and dirt. inside is a handful of grass. at least you get to eat today.