The end of the commute.

September 9th, 2013, 7am

It was 13°C with scattered clouds. The wind was calm.

There are days when going to work is just going to work. And then there are days when I remember to stop, and breathe, and look around, and be grateful that I’m sitting on a ferry the size of a small ocean liner, and not bumper to bumper on 880, cursing my career choices.

Beauregard, Paul, Cassie and Amal said thanks.

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patrick foster

I make—and teach about making—design.

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