By: Toby Ferris

By night you are a Failed Animal, but to a limited extent free.

By: Toby Ferris

The business of memory is mostly to forget.

By: Ethan Marcotte

I’d like to suggest it’s also a story about power.

By: Toby Ferris

A city is not a microscope, nor are its citizens microbes.

By: Toby Ferris

The world, we can philosophically conclude, is everything that is a mess.

By: Blanca Rego

Blanca Rego highlights women in experimental media, 1/3

By: Toby Ferris

There is a ball, yes there is a ball; but there is, above all else, an occult disposition.

By: Toby Ferris

Restless bewilderment, it seems, is our only recourse, our only liberty.

By: Toby Ferris

The Geography of Hell is well known.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

Don’t sweat the digital undercarriage.

By: Toby Ferris

Clarke proposes that we play a parlour game, which he calls Smash that Image!

By: Toby Ferris

My book was called The Roots of Ornament, but I see now that it should have been called The Rootlessness of Ornament.

By: Toby Ferris

We are discussing fortification. More precisely, I am discussing fortification.

By: Toby Ferris

There is, if we are honest, a chorographical drift in all of us.

By: Toby Ferris

The five of us might suddenly be adrift in a lifeboat, having just cast lots to see who eats whom.