I design with a global eye and a human heart.
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The internet made it easier to learn anything, but also harder to focus on one thing. Too many tabs open in my brain.
The difference between Saturday and Sunday is just the amount of dread for Monday.
“Yes, I’m judging you.”
Behind the brush, a hare thumped its foot and vanished A warning to its world—a whisper to ours Even the afraid teach us how to listen
A polar bear pawed the ice like it remembered another shape The glacier groaned beneath him Change doesn’t always ask permission
A thicket of wild roses bloomed in secret, thorns guarding soft petals and quiet scent, and deer paused only to look before moving on.
Night bled into the canyon with a purple wound, stitched slowly by the needle of stars. Their glint pricked the sky’s skin, and darkness seeped like ink across the world’s white page.