shit shit shit!
May 3rd, 2006
With a sore throat and foggy head, I wake up from a nightmare (weird dreams every night, courtesy of my allergy medicine; people die a lot in them, funerals are held in supermarkets). Later mail brings a too thin envelope, my first design school rejection. My second choice and the place I thought I had the best shot with (they like illustrators, hand-drawn lines).
I need thicker skin.
And why did I talk myself out of hyper island? Out of Konstfack. Out of any adventure.
For now, I listen to Fiona, think of Bruce Mau’s words, and wait for my trust for the universe to return.
Don’t enter awards competitions. Just don’t. It’s not good for you.
- incomplete manifesto