This is a rough draft (V6.2.1) of the prologue to the memoir I’m writing about the unfolding of my design consciousness. The working title is Creation Story (which I’m rather partial to) . Its still tender writing but carries the intent of the book.
Prologue: Third Time Is A Charm
The slopes of Mount Lyell disappear below the horizon, a two day hike away. The forty five pound pack on my back insisted that it was much further than it appeared. Silicon Valley lay to the west under a yellow pall of summer smog. I had just quit my career for what I promised myself would be the last time. Craggy snow dappled peaks along the John Muir Trail were my chosen setting for a stock-taking, a meditation on my career in design, and where I might take it next. I had become a designer believing that it was a way in which I could apply my creative inclinations to make the world a better place than the one I had found in Apartheid South Africa where I had grown into adulthood.
Disappointed by a profession I found to be fixated on superficial appearances ignoring the urgent needs of our humanity lurking just beneath the surface sheen that was presented to me as its stock in trade, I’d spent the better part of my career pursuing an approach to design that satisfied my soul’s yearning to make things better, for how else would one want to make thing by design? Each time I felt I had a strategy or method durable firmly in my grasp, satisfaction duly slipped away and I tacked again. Thirty five years is a long time to stick in the pursuit of an ideal, and I could hardly say which had changed more; the design discipline and profession that I entered with dreams of changing the world, the world that had changed but not always for the better, or me.

