I can’t say I blame the man for feeling a bit like he’s wasted his talents designing crap, like those designers who lend their names to eclectic-looking telephones at Target and Wal-Mart. As you said, it just seems presumptuous to claim that means design as a whole is dead.

Hey, I just realized — no one will care about my creative endeavors after I’ve died either. There will be no artists in the future! No authors! No web sites!

I read it as the lamentations of a guy who just realized he spent most of his life designing inconsequential things that no one will care about when he’s gone, and now he wants to make himself feel better by proclaiming that people like him won’t even exist in the future. His statements are borne out of an emotional reaction whose function is to override all logic and reason.

It would have been one thing if he’d simply said that he’d never design again and left it at that. But no, all the individual, rational thought present in the other six billion inhabitants of planet Earth are apparently not enough to override this man’s astoundingly cyclopean ego.

I feel like NOMAD trying to figure this stuff out. Jackson Roykirk! Designers! Non-sequitur! Lemon squeezers! Your facts are uncoordinated!