from the DeepMind of Josh Plough

Bring me back to the Collective DeepMind

16.

I was five when my father picked me up out of bed, just before the thick toxic blackish-yellow smoke from the fire below could roll down across my nose and mouth. I asked him how he knew something was wrong. Apparently it was something deep in his body shouting at him to wake up. No one else in the house did. There was no alarm. Just a sense that something was wrong, out of kilter.

How do we work through this without continuing to wear out even the same old arguments? I believe, having talked to the laureates and many other graduates, that if we discuss these problems with the aim of improving the mental health of the practitioners then lots of our shared wants and beliefs also fall into place. It turns out that what helps keep things like depression from the door, also pushes for a renewed and more collaborative, and less hierarchical approach to the design industry.