Mind and experiences, in posts.

I went back to Berlin looking for the push to design a book, and the city welcomed me with an order I didn’t expect. A chronicle about what happens when design clears the doubt out of your way.

The plane hit the ground hard, a thread of sunlight came through when they opened the door, and it felt like touching down, crossing myself, and running straight onto the field. Someone truly local, no rush, just watching the street. Landing in a country I'd never set foot in, where I couldn't understand a word of the language, had me a notch more on edge than usual. You're probably thinking "what a ridiculous thing to say," but new things tense me up a little at first. Then