Illustrated by Kyle Fletcher, then written by Michael Kiser
We have jobs because we’re afraid.
When I sit in a theater and experience something profoundly good, so qualitatively divine, I want it to change my life forever. I want it to consume my visual field and never let go. Never show me the edges of its reality. There should be no bezel on truth.
Written by Michael Kiser, then illustrated by Kyle Fletcher
The concept of “the sublime” has always been something humans defined, or at least inferred, as a beauty or grandeur beyond a human capacity.
Illustrated by Kyle Fletcher, then written by Michael Kiser
So Windows Phone 7 wants us to get a life. They want us to believe that they’re intentionally developing a smartphone experience that delivers the lightest surface-level interactions we need. Surface indeed.
Illustrated by Kyle Fletcher, then written by Michael Kiser
The last immortal is among us now. We are his living tomb. And he is delivered unto us like Kal-El, trenching at a hot, glowing slant from the sky, sewn as a bird into the belly of a pig, and plowed to a halt. He is an egg in the West.
Written by Michael Kiser and illustrated by Kyle Fletcher
Mother. Partner. Co-worker. Friend.
Family. Marriage. Career. Network.
Abstraction creates anxiety, even as it seeks the essence of the idea.
Illustrated by Kyle Fletcher and written by Michael Kiser
This is about masks. There are masks we wear as individuals. And there are masks we wear as groups. Micro/macro. And then there are the shiny helmets that astronauts wear as they peer point-blank into the future. I intend to argue that all these masks are useful.
Illustrated by Kyle Fletcher and written by Michael Kiser
The passing of time frightens us like the howling pitch of a wild animal did our evolutionary grandfathers. And yet we willingly surround ourselves with its artifacts — clocks in every room, calendars on our fridge and devices, time stamps on every piece of digital communication.
