By: Toby Ferris

A city, by analogy (or perhaps by structural identity) could build itself one citizen at a time.

By: Toby Ferris

Interior space…requires the backbone of a proper desk.

By: Toby Ferris

And I think we are pretty absurd, pretty good. And so that’s what I say.

By: Toby Ferris

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

By: Toby Ferris

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

By: Toby Ferris

We live in an age where the sky is not dead, but not yet peopled

By: Toby Ferris

In the right hands, the proper administration of affairs is an ethical activity.

By: Toby Ferris

The irony of archaeology: it explores space, not time.

By: Peggy Nelson

The present of absence: José Manuel Ballester’s depopulated Old Masters

By: Toby Ferris

A city entails a wilderness.

By: Toby Ferris

…the body on its inside is all smoky mirrors…

By: Peggy Nelson

Pigeons and the art of the security camera