DESIGN WITH WORDS
The smooth case runs round smooth corners, glass bound in. Nothing happens on it’s own. It looks dead, not alive. A foreign object from another world. Yet its energy binds us in to everything in the world. We loose ourselves in it. We loose our lives and freedom to escape. It offers freedom but has none. It is addiction at its most radical best and worst. We are trimmed in it. We are honed in it. We are lost in it. It escapes no one save the strong.