I’m Tim Gorichanaz, and this is Ports, a newsletter about design and ethics. Today, a special personal essay for paid subscribers. Stay tuned for this week’s usual post to come on Friday.
The angel Gabriel came to me about thirteen years ago. No, not in a vision or even a dream, but in a box of art supplies I got in high school.
It was a white paperboard box with a hinged lid. Mrs. Bloomer had given them to each student on the first day of Drawing I. Our first assignment was to adorn the box using a different technique for each of its faces. On the top I inked a bright Chinese dragon in flight.
For years afterwards I kept my pens and pencils in that box. It came with me to college, traveling from dorm to dorm to apartment to house. As the years passed, I opened it less and less.
But then one day during senior year, I was digging through the box for something, and out popped Gabriel.
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