'Where's my helmet?' said the Sandman

Praise,

It's really cool that you are here.

The last letter I wrote was in August 2022 — 15 days after I was burgled at home.

It was my 129th letter. I remember ending it with "see you in the next letter," completely oblivious that it'd be my last for a while.

Prior to this letter, I'd not written for three months — an obvious foreshadowing. I wrote about legacy and respect, and my then recent obsession about what it looked like for a designer. I wrote about my inability to have long-term clear roadmaps and my tinkling with the thought, "what does respect smell like?" I wrote about The Sandman. I called Morpheus a son of a female dog. I wrote about the cruelty of ideas. I wrote about how much I wanted to work and how the idea of rest made me feel handicapped.

That won't change.

Letters allow me to tell just you what I'm thinking and, if you choose, discuss it with you and only you. It's not a blog or a tweet, and it's an audience of one. I have toyed with the idea of building a blog for over a year, but meh! So I'll start with just you.

On Tuesdays and Saturdays, I'll write to you from my many conclusions and questions. My hope is that you respond and tell me what you think as well. It's been 2 years, and there's so much to share. I'll only write about the things I'm good at — design and a few other things — and ask questions about things I'm unsure of.

I am good at a lot of things. My hope is to be godly at a few of them, and near-whiz with an extra few. These letters to you will help me get there.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Cheers.

Praise. 🖤

PS: I love puns and weird references, so pardon me in advance.

PPS: The title of this letter references Netflix's Sandman series where Morpheus was off the radar for years and, during his comeback, had to look for his helmet (his source of power).