I really do like to make pretty things. However... Some random day. You wake up. You have things to do. New assignments, new work, new people, new ideas, new joys and new sorrows. That’s life. One day a client glorifies what you do seeing things you’ve never intended to do, and in another a teacher refuses to see most obvious of ideas. You are puzzled, but you move on, for that you know, c’est la vie. Everyone has different tastes, different concepts, different memories, different preconceptions. After all we’re all human, not a very agreeable bunch. You go on for years, not really thinking much about it. There are people that pass on being not concerned even a little about it. But one day when you’re daydreaming, you at last figure out what’s wrong; what’s so disrupting about people having different tastes and why you have no answer to this question. The answer is that your first question is wrong: you don’t ask why people are so different, but ask in what ways are they all united. The answer is obvious. They do always like pretty things, beautiful things. So obvious, yet so elusive. Then you ask the ultimate question: What is beauty? I’m not sure, but I have a hunch that the answer starts somewhere inside the big black thing at the right side of this page.