The Feed Is a Factory Floor
You do not scroll for pleasure. You scroll on piece-rate. A field report from the least unionized workplace on earth: your own attention.
Your Phone Is a Company Town
The store, the bank, the post office and the company scrip — all on one slab of glass, all owned by the same three landlords.
Minimalism Is a Luxury Good
White space is the most expensive material in design. Someone paid for all that emptiness, and it was not the client.
Close the Tab. Read the Paper.
An editorial position on endings, which the internet refuses to have and this publication insists on.
The Last Video Store on Earth
In a strip mall off Route 9, the entire history of cinema waits on steel shelves. The algorithm cannot find it.
Bandwidth Colonialism
The internet has a geography, and it follows the old shipping routes. A field report from the cable landing stations nobody tours.
The Grid Is a Confession
Why this newspaper shows its scaffolding: on structure, honesty, and the last design trend that admits it is one.
Every Startup Is a Zine With VC Money
Handmade aesthetics, anti-corporate rhetoric, distribution through whatever channel will have you. The punks invented the pitch deck first.
The Algorithm Cannot Love You Back
It can only love the version of you that performs best. A column about parasocial machinery and the math of being known.
Ghosts in the Terms of Service
Nobody reads them. Everybody signs them. Inside the longest unread genre in human history — and the clauses that read back.
A Eulogy for the Copy Machine
It jammed, it stank, it made everyone in the office a publisher for twenty-nine cents. The last honest machine is leaving the building.
We Interviewed the Modem
It lives under your desk. It has opinions about your router. A RAW SIGNAL exclusive with the last honest machine in the house.
Print Is Dead. Long Live Print.
The obituary has been filed annually for thirty years. Meanwhile the risograph queue at the copy shop is three days deep.
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