I've been wondering whether the way we pay for things changes how we pay attention to them.

I started publishing my failures three years ago. This essay is about why I haven't stopped.

There's a Yoruba word that carries more than English can hold. I've been thinking about what that means for how we read online.

Corporations exist because they minimise costs. What happens when software can do that better?

My co-author's grandfather fled Vienna in 1938 and saved every document he ever touched. Fifty years later, they built a chatbot from his words.

What does a memory even look like? And what happens to it every time you replay it?

The same molecule that bonds a mother to her infant also primes us to fear strangers. That's the human condition in one sentence.

My mother was born out of the back of a '39 Ford on a Montana ranch. The land question starts there.

My drawing teacher used to say 'just feel it.' As a neuroscientist, I now know why that's terrible advice.

We've never had a philosophical dialogue with another species. What does that say about our chances with the rest of the universe?