The illusion of order

Everything you see is suspended in infinite space, because disorder never ends. Markets shift, the business grows, the requests pile up: things always start to scatter again. Anyone who promises you order forever is selling you an illusion.

My job is to build something that holds up when the mess comes back.

Chaos isn’t my enemy. It’s the material ideas come from. I’m not afraid of it: I step into it and look for the shape that’s already there.

And I put things back in order.