Like I’ve said before, I love to tell stories. It’s my party trick, my go-to coping mechanism, what made me make the choice to become a designer. I often come home to tell my family or roommates elaborate stories of people I saw interacting on the street or in Target — I like to give them background stories, names, relationships. I like to imagine who they were talking to on the phone, what the kitchen they’re carrying their groceries to looks like, who they are. It’s fun, maybe, but mostly it’s innate. I can’t help it.
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