GridcosmLevel 252 of 4696
Started on Mar 08, 1998.
Completed on Mar 12, 1998.
Grid poemHe put on his best suit without acknowledging the impending doom that would shortly follow the heartbreak of cirrihosis, Nevil decided but jeez you don't have to get snippy. Our Town ( 2170st St ) as seen from a vantage point where nothingness rains down only to evaporate d milk, 3 eggs separated, spoonful of nutmeg, tailfeather from an egret in its youth with antiquity, man with nature, getting high on primitivism is culture as the manipulation of basic symbolic forms.
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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