Yesterday our TV set died.
Behind its bulky corpse, lost in time but not in space,
I found some invitation cards I made for my diploma twenty years ago.
I look at them now, and remember how I put up these self made cards on the walls and doors of my university,
inviting my fellow students to my diploma exhibition.
It was a design school, this university of mine,
and now it´s funny to see how I broke the rules of professionalism with my amateurish design,
my intentional spelling chaos,
and the hand printed letters.
I was full of protest then,
and I am still now.