I’ll be dead some day, dead and gone and left to decompose in a hole in the ground. Everyone has their time. But what’s more beautiful than transience? You have a summer day, and then it’s gone forever. It’ll never be again.
I live in somebody’s fictional future. Science fiction writers follow a process. First, they decide where their story will be on the spectrum of happiness-utopia or dystopia? Second, they construct a narrative history which links here and there. And finally, the writer exaggerate their made-up tomorrow for dramatic effect. The writer makes sure you know […]
We read left-to-right. We’re trained to click left-first. Worse, the fucking unhappy path is green. I clicked this “unhappy” three times on three orders before I realized their shit. Edit: On second thoughts, this is asshole design. Make it easy for customers to leave negative responses, then use the bogus data to upsell on services.
Taken from the number 47 bus on my way into town. :)
No, not that Billy; the other one.