GridcosmLevel 269 of 4695
Started on May 06, 1998.
Completed on May 08, 1998.
Grid poemThe sob sister sniffled quietly through a haze of the greenest mist that one could ever imagine. A crusty patina of sponge swallowed the nervous grating that surrounded the hulk of an aging le corbusier crate. She paced the picture windows thoroughly and it was soon apparent that she deserved even less attention now than before. The apparency was ascendent. Love cosmos parched. My dearly beloved unto me said, -- Me - listen - how dare you call me a Gorgon! -- You Blake-ty, Blake, Blake! Albion Awake!!
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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