On a Bruno Munari picture book, an old Buddhist phrase, and an empty field in the middle of a town

On opening a channel to the upstream conversation ─ notes for designers thinking through the age of AI

On AI, prompts, and the strange new asymmetry between two high-dimensional minds

On time pinned between the very large and the very small, and the time that breathes between them

On the missing timetable, and the shared excuses that make a day

On the accounting principle that quietly governs nearly every organization, and one I keep wondering about.

On a sacred design pattern, and the long reach of small reversals

On forgetting, distance, and the slow mercy of being obscured

Why Doesn’t the Sushi Chef Smile? (Or, Why Doesn’t the Waiter at a Fine French Restaurant Smile?)

Nice to meet you.  I live on Ishigaki Island, a small island in the far south of Japan.

Read writing from Hiroshi Sato on Medium. A designer and humanities learner on a small island at the southern edge of Japan, on the edge of Eurasia. Writing about design, culture, and imperfect system...