I am…

a pertinacious thinker-and-doer who maps the conduct of power in an age of dual-use everything.

For my first 18 years, “home” answered to the name of an agrarian hamlet tucked into stone and pasture in the Tyrolean Alps: Weng. It is neither (a) a place that tends to produce theorists nor (b) one that is conspicuous enough not to be missed if one blinked on the wrong bend in the road. The scale there was human and weather-sized; mountains set the boundary conditions; and, seasons explained more than any market did.

Since engrafting myself onto the manifold of U.S. metropolitan life, my world has arrived in files, cables, contracts, rumors, maps, datasets, and half-remembered conversations on trains. I try to hold them together long enough to see a pattern, and then let the pattern fracture again — lest it become an idol.

My work, then, is a flexuous attempt to look at power without flattery and at fragility without romance, and what follows are that attempt's traces. If one such trace is fragmentary, it means… that the question is still alive.