Poetry for Engineers: The UI Designer’s Dream

My job is to translate dry and unrelenting code into a user interface of surpassing beauty. With my mouse, I roll one pixel after another up the vast anthill of the internet. My dream is to translate the visions of the holy ones into a communication protocol of universal wonderment. I want to launch shreds of light into the air to fall like a layer of diamonds on the endless mountains of the Web. Don’t imagine these dreams are limited by the LANs of the software lab. Between here and the ultimate unlimited interface of my aspirations lives a dazzling darkness, wide as the universe and thin as a hair.

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