Jak przestałem kochać design

The essays feel deeply personal yet universal. I wonder what moments or experiences prompted this introspection and how it influenced the structure of the book.

There’s a sense of longing mixed with acceptance that resonated with me. How did others interpret the author's feelings of disillusionment?

The author's candid reflections make me think about how personal taste evolves. Did anyone find new perspectives on what makes design meaningful?