Error, defect, vulnerability are perceived as negative values, to be rejected without reservation. But is it really like this? And it’s not a rhetorical question. I too am a victim, or rather a child of this technocratic utopia.

Learning a trade, having the courage and maturity to accept long-term horizons, knowing that the things built over time are the most solid and that they give us the greatest joy. Go back to seeing your work as a precious asset, and not the unpleasant parenthesis between one weekend and another. Going back to doing good things, done well, to be proud of, and done to overcome the most difficult test. That of time.

The frenetic life of the city is exhausting. Often we are unable to find meaning in what we do every day and we are reduced, in the evening, on the sofa, in front of Netflix, dreaming of a different, more concrete life in contact with nature. Probably, if you are here, right now you are thinking about how wonderful it would be to radically change your life and retire to a cabin.

I am a designer, I have spent the last 12 years designing houses and sometimes boats. Solid, safe things that keep humans alive, as if I were some sort of Mother Teresa of construction. But there has always been a little voice inside me, which kept whispering to me that something was out of place.