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Nothing so good will be built again in New York City, not for the billionaires nor anybody else.
Ruskin was writing, between the lines, against Victorian England’s industrial society, to save his homeland from a revolution he knew it deserved.
I was struck by a sudden and irrational surge of affection, the kind I typically reserve for
entities with a pulse.
You just try to devise a poem that channels the qualia of zoning. And another on
the splendiferous tonic of equity trusts.
New York’s coastline is homogenizing as it hardens and greens.
Moss’s project posits, through a handful of spare drawings, a “conceptual redo” of his 708 House, built in Pacific Palisades in 1982 and sadly incinerated in the recent wildfires, its playful flying buttresses, cheeky gangplank, and pomo supergraphics all gone up in smoke.
For activists of air, the atmosphere is not only “up there” but comes from, and returns to, the ground.
NOX presents consciousness not as humanity’s exclusive domain, but an emergent property that brings with it inevitable suffering.
