Several times I told my co-worker, "I hate fonts!" "I don't find any sense on typograph!" etc, etc. Few weeks after, I found my notebook filled by bunch of these kind of.....lettering? Yes, I made it.
Or one day I found myself as a participant of 8K run in my town. What the? I used to really really really hate run back then. But I was one of those finishers.
Yeah like a sentence of the Pulp lyrics,
"When we woke up that morning we had no way of knowing...that in a matter of hours we'd change the way we were going."
Something changed.
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