vertigo

we work. we think. we envision. at times we work with purpose and suddenly find ourselves re-working with newer purpose, pushing up against deadlines and thinking fast on our feet. these are heady times with results uncertain - not knowing what the next push or pull will be. it's dancing on the end of a diving board and hoping like hell the pool is water-filled. vertigo at its best.

we, many of us, work and work and work without joy or direction. we look up one day and wonder - who put those walls there? who on earth thought a green formica desk was a good idea? what does the word 'benefits' really mean?

we know the first kind of work. we've lived it before, we've wildly applauded it for others. we are in the second kind at the moment, hoping like hell for vertigo.