By: Peggy Nelson

Anatomy of Norbiton by Toby Ferris: Outro

By: Toby Ferris

We are each of us a moveable piece of type, awaiting assembly in a meaningful form.

By: Toby Ferris

The thing you are looking for is generated by the code that does the looking.

By: Toby Ferris

There is just this one thing, in the world, just now; just this one thing happening.

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 fresco as we know it today is a chemically re-engineered artefact.

By: Toby Ferris

Your life is not a river but a City of Images.

By: Toby Ferris

Profane to sacred. Or the other way around, depending on your mood.

By: Toby Ferris

“Be sure to get out.”

By: Toby Ferris

It is not meaning you should be groping for, but permutational possibility.

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.