I forgot what it was I originally wanted to do. When I was a child I wanted to make imposing and impressive things. I didn’t want to show people only the best pieces of my life.

Instead, I had ideas. I believed if I chased these ideas down, there would be something glimmering at the boundary.

I’m now more interested in things that are exciting without any need to be useful—at least in the sense that a tool is useful. Beauty is useful because it glows. It shines a light on what is ugly, and so, what needs to be improved. It doesn’t need to be philosophical, logical, or science-based. It just needs to make sense when it hits you.