By: Toby Ferris

…it is a system, let us allow, that is closer to love than we generally care to acknowledge.

By: Toby Ferris

Under certain conditions — in a garden, in the Ideal City, in a garden of the Ideal City — objects of knowledge achieve weightlessness.

By: Toby Ferris

The accidents of life are life, in other words.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

I noticed that “um”s looked like goldfish…

By: Toby Ferris

Routines are composed of sub-routines, which are in turn composed of habits.

By: Marc Weidenbaum

In which AI has a giggle fit

By: Toby Ferris

Or was I—a deeper or possible more pragmatic fear—merely a clause or a term in someone else’s contract?

By: Toby Ferris

If you try to walk its perimeter you are committing a minor spatial infraction…

By: Toby Ferris

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

By: Toby Ferris

And here was a map of it all, illegible, broken, zany, misdirected…

By: Toby Ferris

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

By: Toby Ferris

Some of my most tedious, hence productive, hours have been spent in libraries…

By: Toby Ferris

Paper architects, the mall and the città ideale

By: Marc Weidenbaum

Sight and sound meet in Nathan Ho’s elegant web app Venn 7

By: Toby Ferris

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