By: Toby Ferris

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

By: Toby Ferris

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

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

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