aurora alopex
In every car hangs a cardboard tree,
pine odour pours out of our passing window.
An urban fox knows what he sees,
and smells acid on the curving breeze.
pine odour pours out of our passing window.
An urban fox knows what he sees,
and smells acid on the curving breeze.
posted by aurora alopex at 7:27 pm
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Magic trees, on the breeeeze
Henry Petroski has said, ‘As long as there are things to wonder about there are stories to be written about them. That makes me happy, because writing about things seems to be my thing.’ What he makes of Massive Change could prove interesting. Also worth considering when pondering the future of design are strategic scenarios for designers
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