03 / Why 25°
Everyone is going somewhere
A life is never one big thing. It is a thousand small ones — the ride that went on longer than it should have, the wave you almost made, the fire that burned down to coals because nobody wanted to go home.
You chase something. You work at it. And somewhere along the way you stop chasing long enough to notice you have arrived, and that the getting there was most of it.
Twenty-five degrees south east is a heading, not an address. Every design here is one of those small memories, drawn in a single line. Pick the one that is yours.
