Our phones don't just keep us in touch with the world; they're also diaries, confessional booths, repositories for our deepest secrets.

For many of us, our smartphones have become extensions of our brains - we outsource essential cognitive functions, like memory, to them, which means they soak up much more information than we realize.

For all the advances in tech that let us try on various guises to play around with who we are, it seems that we just want new ways to be ourselves.

Matching tattoos don't ensure the longevity of a friendship, any more than any other mutual hardship.

Social media might one day offer a dazzling, and even overwhelming, array of source material for historians.

The Internet is pushing us - in good ways and in bad - to realize that the official version of events shouldn't always be trusted or accepted without question.

Many of the short videos on Vine feel as though they belong to an ever-evolving, completely new genre of modern folk art.

Our contemporary analogues to the personal notebook now live on the web - communal, crowdsourced, and shared online in real time. Some of the most interesting and vital work I come across exists only in pixels.

The future will bring new possibilities and ideas - and new terms for them.

Someday, maybe we'll recognize that queer is actually the norm, and the notion of static sexual identities will be seen as austere and reductive.