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After a few days scanning through the book Radical Modernism

you start feeling a bit dizzy

from all the different theories within the development of design.

You head begins to feel swollen from all these different words and their definitions.

Paradigmatic, postnuclearism, electisism. All refering to the atitude and the meaning

that designing absorbs from.

But it all seems to lead to one specific word: Juxtaposition.

It triggers a linguistic imagination, a word scramble. Playfully putting things in the

wrong order

just to see if it can be better understood.

Drives you to imagine things such as twisted dictionaries, chaotic and senseless.

A whole other reality and a whole other perspective for the spectators

that are looking upon it.

Is juxtaposition the word that concludes the role of deisgners entering the 21th century?

Thus the solution lays in taking twist and turns until it's completely unrational.

Is that

the only

way we can

"rationalize"

all these enigmatic theories.

And if so,

Let's juxtapose ourselves in the flaws that embraced our creation.

A mental furniture in the waiting room of life perhaps?

Illustrating messages that aren't it's original meaning.

Collecting peoples confused gazes on what seems to be our contradictory selves.

Instead they will have to cope.

They will have to stand right beside what seems to drag them in confusion and frustration.

While thinking on how we use opposites to explain ourselves.

I wrap myself in this beautiful idea of being things that

can only be seen with eyes closed.

Feeling with just the mere idea of beauty.

My mind drifts in different directions.

I see myself becoming displaced messages to the universe.

Compelled by its matter.

So lets design a reason for our contradictions.

Let's yield to the aesthetic need of expression.

Let's design a symbol of the beauty our flaws reflect on while

we aren't starring or paying attention.

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Hurry Up. Pick a magnifying glass before you miss it. Before you flip your page and the dust on the left corner falls off. Deeper in that letter. Deeper in the ink there is a whole other story to be told. A story that might or might not explain why these tiny books aren’t bond for the human eyes. It’s something to make you question. Raises up curiosity. Something to make you intrigued to dig deeper for results. You start to question why she wants you to believe that from these tiny dots a new creative perspective can be born. You can almost see yourself behind a microscope. Ready to believe that there is a tiny living organism in the “E” that spells Essence. The essence of what you have been missing with your eyes. It makes you want to wish that Alice’s potion existed.

It makes you want to be your fingertips. It makes you want to slip right through the glass box.  A glass box filled with tiny dots and endless possibilities. Just laying there. Ignorant of your presence. Not for you consumption. While you still look through the lens of the microscope. You can almost imagine that there’s these tiny species living together. Compromising with the closeness of each other. Zooming in, you can see why she wants you to make an effort and research. By discovering this you’ll look back and give credit to what you can’t read with your naked eyes.