
Florida was and is a utopian project, and like all utopias it straddles an immense contradiction of terms in our cultural imaginings.

At the San Leandro Police Station I’m interrogated in the corner of a leak-stained, bug-zapper lit alcove that reeks of musty piss.

A brief primer on Fantastic Floridas, what it is, what it intends to do, and how you can be a part of it.

Jerry wasn’t the type for small talk, but it was so quiet, you could hear our silverware echo off the tiled floor and backsplash.

A New Jerseyan turned Floridian on the annual spring ritual that many baseball fans find pointless…