Combine a dimly lit room with Sigur Ros, Radiohead, Flickr.com, and an array of other comfort-rot activities, and you get a recipe for the dissolve of interest of most other things in life. Namely, my job as an industrial designer in the field of visual merchandising. I've been spending the past year partaking in the subtle manipulation of the consumer. Is this ethical? I don't know. As I take on several side projects, it has caused a disconnect for me. I have been able to step outside of myself and see what I do for more than its face value.

I hope I can find another job if I decide this isn't what I want anymore.
Oh by the way...knives are terrible for opening coconuts...FYI...gosh I hate that acronym...it is everything I hate about the suit life.
Thanks for the rant space...but who knows, perhaps it has some intrinsic value?

I hope I can find another job if I decide this isn't what I want anymore.
Oh by the way...knives are terrible for opening coconuts...FYI...gosh I hate that acronym...it is everything I hate about the suit life.
Thanks for the rant space...but who knows, perhaps it has some intrinsic value?





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