around here believes when Tim speaks. when he recalls details from his past. yet they still listen< to the resistance in his voice, at the difficulty of >telling rather than showing.

< you knew how tightly i needed to be held. these memories of us together please me, but i restrain myself from mentioning, to keep you comfortable.

> a little blip flashed across their screens. single was now in a relationship. the change drew the attention of flora followed by elizabeth.

compromised from years of neglect, he describes a place immortalized by his younger self. the ordinary landmarks< he had once depended on, translated into a vernacular he can no longer read. lost in his words, unable to move forward from its impediments, he begins again, internalizing his >missteps into a portrait realized by another author.

< i feel like you are here for me. always present. do you think i'm being destructive living out here? Tim responded with a definitive, yes. Iris continued, do you think you being here could help me?

> i found something in my basement, where things got the most water damage, it's a notebook with Tim written on the cover.

i have lived in this passing world, immersed in its regrets albeit my own doing or rather, undoing. though my eyes cannot express the likeness outsiders pretend to see. given enough time, i may not recognize myself or the changing of the seasons around me. cold and heat will be one, if not the same.

be found. it went from receiver< to >sender with nothing written in between, had he forgotten the purpose of the letter? was he making a statement by saying nothing at all? much like the three ellipses that pulsate on her phone’s screen, he prolongs her anxiety as she waits patiently for the incoming message. but it never arrives.

< the last night whenever i woke up, i must have cut off the circulation to your arm. i laid on it all morning.

> without knowing whom to credit, she took it for herself. i hear you. i listen. i do hang on every word. but so often, i’m not sure how to respond. the last time i saw you we were in the snow and i wasn’t ready to say goodbye. and now we're here. i stopped breathing. it's you i want to wake up to, not this image of you. not this created communication. i grind my teeth and distract myself with depressing books.

they‘re moved’

by/all the way he keeps stumbling over the same location. while passing, his wool coat clings to the concrete leaving behind an abstract expression. what he would reveal< and what he kept to himself were never separated. a coat check would prove there was no disguise, no desire to >blend in, he wanted his image to be pulled apart. but no one was there to tell him he had gone too far. once having seen light pass through solid objects, the circumstances granted him access, that before he would have needed permission to enter.

< camouflaged in plain sight

> deepfakes demonstrate how the human face is emerging as a central object of ambivalence in the digital age.

the way he spoke, gave away his true intent. a boundary held up by mythic forces to deter those who dare to trespass. the blazed trail often becomes a well-worn path where any chance of discovery is lost to routine. many authors pen familiar settings and make them unmistakably their own. Their passages arranged as a promising escape. the design studio is an educational treasure hidden in plain sight. unnoticed from within the discipline because like water to a fish it has always been there, the studio is also met with suspicion from outside because its lack of structure is at odds with a metries focused academia.

can‘t here’

imagined landscapes are more likely to disorient than to offer any guidance. he may know the shifting of the gravel beneath his feet and the clicking of heels to annouce his arrival. though when looking back, there are no footptints, no past to greet his homecoming.

take away to have the ability to apply maximum concerntration on a sinngle complicated issue for extended periods of time. constant distraction and attention make it impossible to achieve what Tim described as deep work. artifical intelligence and the use of portable technology are performing people in easy to replicate tasks while also making it more difficult to concentrate on difficult to replicate work that addss value. stumbling over the same landmarks, city, jobs are being automated. just think of the many professions that have disappeared because of typesetting, for instance, used to be a highly specialised skill essential to design nowadays, that knowledge is mostly embedded in software and partly automated. also, in the hurry to be erceived as a serious academic discipline, design is vulnerable ro the temptation of abandoning the more scientific teaching format.

his expression, did he seem it is only in desperation when we discover that our influence, which had seemed to be the sum of all wonders, is nothing more than lies built on reputation; repeated enough to go unheard, and misguided by false pretenses. here in Tim's retelling, made it possible to discern the depth of his deception.

also, in the hurry to be perceived as a serious discipline, design is vulnerable to the temptation of abandoning the way from from leading a life well known.

in fact, there is nothing quite like the design studio in academia, and its premises enable a unique experience. learning environment with the potential to tackle the new challenges presented by total presence of everyday life. not the problem is a permanent distraction.

be seen. kind of work it is ncessary to have the ability to apply a single complicated issue for extended period of time. but constant distraction and the attention make it impossible to achieve what the future recently described as deep work. artifical life and the ubiquity of technology are out performing people in easy to replicate tasks while also making it more difficult to concentrate on difficult and hard to replicate work that addss value.

you‘re present’

stumbling over the same landmarks, city, easy to replicate jobs are being automated. just think of the many that have disappeared.