The newspaper headline read, “Love Blossomed Quickly.” Walking down the corridor it caught my eye. I thought of patterns and repeating symbols, of self-similar breakthroughs in technology and design. ...

We have now the illusion of power, a nation turned inwards on itself. Consuming its own most treasured resources, eating its own bones till we are left with nothing but a flaccid mass of rotted plasti...

The trees speak in a language of likes and hearts. Save the wild spaces they say, but the message is overrun when we bulldozed a space for our power outlets. We bulldoze our hearts to avoid the boxes ...