Today my morning doesn’t start with the usual sharp take on the tech world, because I’ve just learned that Scott Adams, the creator of Dilbert, is dead.
I’m on the S6 train from Legnano to Milan, surrounded by people staring at their phones. I read the news, froze, and a few tears came down quietly.
For me, Dilbert was never just a comic strip. It was that silent commentary waiting for you at the end of the day — the thing that made the latest pointless ‘strategic’ meeting feel a little lighter, a little less like a personal affront.
Dilbert said out loud what you couldn’t say in the office. Without anger, without moralising. One panel was enough.
Anyone who followed the strip probably felt a little less alone carrying the daily weight of professional life. It’s a strange feeling, knowing there won’t be any new strips — at least not written by Scott.
Maybe with AI, fans of the character will find some way to carry it forward. That’ll have to be enough.