I am writing this account, in another man’s book, by candlelight, inside the belly of a fish.Edward Carey, The Swallowed Man
2020 hasn’t been an easy year, but there have been many wonderful moments. This is a letter to my future self.Read more "2020: 100 Good Things"
Memory is a map of sorts, but hand drawn, incomplete, and full of errors. It can let you know a place exists, but you cannot trust it to get you there.Charlie Kaufman, Antkind
I come to the horrible realisation that I have an Alexa “voice” and am troubled by my own behaviour.Read more "Talking to Alexa"
In some countries you kill a monster when it’s born.
Other places, you kill it only when it kills someone else.
Other places, you let it go, out into the forest or the sea, and it lives there forever, calling for others of its kind.Maria Dahvana Headley, The Mere Wife
Thoughts on how to move from creative block to “flow”, and how to unstick yourself when you’re stuck.Read more "Still No Eye Deer"
There will be another shore after the rapids, I promise.Margaret Atwood, Words to Live By, Vogue January 2021
On spending users’ heartbeats wisely: Paul Ford’s closing keynote at the 2012 MFA Interaction Design Festival.Read more "Ten Timeframes"
Glass as day-blooming flower,Martha Sprackland, Domestic
television as mortar shell. Television as volleyball against white sun.
Sun as broken glass, in fragments,
glass as crazy paving on street below.
Power cord as vapour trail.
White smoke as cigarette smoke,
smoke as wedding dress pulled through water,
smoke as blood in water.
Glass as water on street below.
Pavement cracks as broken glass as x-ray
held to box of light. Television as broken wrist.
Power cord as skywriting, as Marry Me
on biplane banner. Television as biplane.
Television as bird. White flower growing
in pavement crack as open hand.
Glass as broken glass.
The widely misattributed commencement address that was never a commencement address at all.Read more "Sunscreen"