Last night I dreamed of a friend who is a designer. He was looking for freelance work. I happened to know the owner of a chain of pharmacies in Mexico, the businessman needed a logo refresh for his pharmacies, so I put them in touch. Some days later I met with my friend, it looked like he hadn’t slept since I last met him. “How is the project going?” I asked. “Good” he responded dryly. I sensed that he didn’t want to be ungrateful and complain about my referral with me. “You look tired” I said. He hesitantly begun complaining. “I feel I’m a tool for somebody ignorant in its use. He briefs me, I come back solving his brief, yet nothing seems to satisfy him. He blames me, but he’s the one clearly at fault”.

From Cervera → Tárrega: the spiritual designer (2019-06-24).