The other day when I left my place to go to work it was one of the foggiest days i'd ever seen. Visibility was down to about 50 metres.
I knew which way I had to go to get to the bus stop, but I couldn't see it. I couldn't see the beautiful mountains which surround the city, or the buildings downtown. It was chilly, and the light was hazy.
Nevertheless, I wandered off into the foggy wilderness, fogged up even more by the music playing in my ears. I always listen to music when I catch the bus.
Funnily enough, there were also a few life-type developments on that foggy day, which obscured the various destinations and plans I had in my mind. Going away for Christmas, returning to work in Vankie afterwards with exciting people, seeing various friends and loved ones whenever I want... it wasn't that all these things won't happen, just that it was difficult to be assured of them all of a sudden.
It would seem that fog is rarely a permanent fixture though, and depends on a variety of surrounding factors. Just made for a cheesy metaphor for some things i've encountered in the recent past.
I'm an Australian designer who specialises in digital and cultural work. Most of my career thus far has been on the web, but I'm excited that it's starting to creep out into the real world.
I am the founder of Museum in a Box, making interactive museum objects with simple, fun tech, for wide-as-possible distribution, and I own a company called Good, Form & Spectacle, making design in service to cultural heritage for clients like The British Museum, MoMA, and the Wellcome Trust.
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