GridcosmLevel 104 of 4697
Started on Jun 29, 1997.
Completed on Jun 30, 1997.
Grid poemI'm not concerned with everything being so vague and yet as real as a flytrap, it's irksome that I get crabby and all that. The taste of desire, the image of self and the smell of fear ain't nothin' like the real thing, baby. " Now let me preface a bit of incoherency. " the Shaman said and held up a sign that said: you might as well call the moon and get yourself an order of flying pizza.
Getting aroundTo navigate, click the outer edges of the grid to zoom-out (up one level). Click the center of the grid to zoom-in (down one level). Would you prefer to jump to a random level? You might also enjoy the animated viewer, with which you can watch Gridcosm levels fly by. Disoriented? Read more about the Gridcosm collaborative art project.
AdministriviaThis is Gridcosm engine version 2.931.
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