Rectangles. It occurred to me the other day how much we kind of take for granted that culture is predominantly rectangular, be it on screen or paper or canvas, mostly because it fits our means of production and consumption. But it wasn’t always this way, was it? And as we make our first tentative steps into the softer-edged era of virtual/augmented reality (or whatever that leads to), perhaps it won’t be for much longer1. One day our descendants will look back on this big chunk of human civilisation (bookended by … what? Gutenberg and Ive?) and find it quaint that we hemmed art into this neat boxes.